Love, my Lagan love,. My Lagan love.. . Where Lagan stream sing lullaby,. There blows a lily fair.. The twilight gleam is in her eye,. The night is on her hair..
Your hills and dales and flowery vales. That lie near the Moorlough Shore.. Your vines that blow by borden's grove.. Will I ever see no more. . Where the primrose blows.
Baidin Fheilimi, d'imigh go Gabhla,. Baidin Fheilimi ' s Feilimi ann,. Baidin Fheilimi D ' imigh go Gabhla. Baidin Fheilimi 's, Feilimi ann.. . Baidin bideach, baidin beosach, Baidin boidheach,.
Well it's by the hush, me boys, and sure that's to hold your noise. And listen to poor Paddy's sad narration. I was by hunger stressed, and in poverty distressed.
In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty. I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone. As she wheeled her wheelbarrow. Through streets broad and narrow.
We were homeward bound one night on the deep. Swinging in my hammock I fell asleep. I dreamed a dream and I thought it true. Concerning Franklin and his gallant crew.
Alive alive oh. alive alive ohh. Singing cockles and mussels. alive alive ohhh. . In Dublin's fair city. where the girls are so pretty. I once met a girl named sweet Molly Malone.