Heimat, Freude
In Dublin's fair city where the girls are so pretty, I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone, as she wheeled her wheel barrow thro' streets broad and narrow, crying: Cockles and mussels! Alive, alive, o! Alive, alive, O! Alive, alive, O! crying: Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, O!
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