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Cockles and Mussels Slainte She wheeled her wheelbarrow through streets broad and narrow, Crying, \"Cockles and Mussels, alive, alive, Oh!\" Alive, Alive, oh! Alive, Alive, oh! Molly Malone The Blarney Lads Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O! Molly Malone (몰리 말론) Sarah Moore In Dublin's Fair City Where the girls are so pretty I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone As she wheel'd her wheel barrow Through streets broad and narrow Crying cockles and mussels alive alive o Alive Molly Malone Various Artists Crying cockles and mussels alive a live O! Molly Malone Sinead O'Connor Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O! Molly Malone Santiano 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 Through the streets broad and narrow Crying cockles and mussels Alive alive Molly Malone The Dubliners 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 and she wheeled her wheel Up The 'Pool Jethro Tull Up the Pool I'm going up the `pool from down the smoke below to taste my mum's jam sarnies and see our Aunty Flo. Slainte! 이무진 All For Mairi's Wedding Slainte Step we gaily on we go, heel for heel and toe for toe, Arm in arm and on we go, all for Mairi뭩 wedding. Star of the County Down Slainte Near Banbridge Town, in the County Down One morning in July, Down the boreen came a sweet colleen, And she smiled as she passed me by; Oh, she looked so neat from her two bare feet To the crown of Wild Mountain Thyme Slainte Oh, the summer time is come, And the trees are sweetly blooming, And the wild mountain thyme grows around the purple heather. Chorus: Will you go, lassie, go? I\'ll Tell Me Ma Slainte I\'ll tell me ma when I go home The boys won\'t leave the girls alone, They pull my hair and they stole my comb, But that\'s alright \'til I go home. Slainte Mhath Marillion A hand held over a candle in angst fuelled bravado A carbon trail scores a moist stretched palm Trapped in the indecision of another fine menu And you sit there and ask me to tell you the story so far Jellied Eels Joe Brown like wonky wheels, Why d'ya frown and look so sickly? Pulling Mussels (From The Shell) Squeeze They do it down on camber sands They do it at Waikiki Lazing about the beach all day, At night the crickets creepy Squinting faces at the sky A Harold Robbins paperback Surfers drop their boards and Opel Syd Barrett "On a distant shore, miles from land Stands the ebony totem in ebony sand A dream in a mist of gray On a far distant shore The pebble that stood alone And driftwood lies half buried Warm shallow waters Mr Zebra Tori Amos hole hole hole Ratatouille Strychnine sometimes she's a friend of mine with her gigantic whirlpool that will blow your mind hello Mr Zebra ran into some confusion with a Mrs Crocodile furry mussels Coney Island Van Morrison John's Point Out all day birdwatching And the craic was good Stopped off at Strangford Lough Early in the morning Drove through Shrigly taking pictures And on to Killyleagh Stopped off for Sunday Standing On The Corner Of The Third World Tears For Fears Man, I never slept so hard I never dreamt so well Dreaming, I was safe in life Like mussels in a shells Rolling and controlling all the basements and the backroads of our lives Fill thier dreams with big Mo Ghile Mear Mary Black snodh Glac is luaimneach luath I ngleo Ag teascadh an tslua ’s ag tuargain treon Seinntear stair ar chlairsigh cheoil ’s liontair tainte cart ar bord Le hinntinn ard gan chaim gan cheo chun saoghal is slainte When I Paint My Masterpiece (Live at Madison Square Garden, New York, NY - October 1992) The Band to my hotel room Where I got me a date with a pretty little girl from Greece She promised she'd be there with me When I paint my masterpiece Oh, the hours we spent, inside the Coliseum Dodging lions, and 9 To 5 Smallpools some time alone to look over the But all you really wanted Was a 9 to 5 To pay the bills on time You dug from the storage A tapestry that could not weave to scale Shoes stuck to the mortgage Like zebra mussels An Irish Pub Song The Rumjacks There's a county map to go on the wall A hurling stick and a shinty ball The bric, the brac, the craic and all Lets call it an Irish pub Caffreys, Harp, Kilkenny on tap The Guinness pie and that cabbage Asshole Dennis Leary About the special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts, maybe below the cockles, maybe in the sub-cockle area. Maybe in the liver. Maybe in the kidneys. The Body Of An American (Live At The Olympia, Paris / 2012) The Pogues The cadillac stood by the house And the yanks they were within And the tinker boys they hissed advice 'Hot-wire her with a pin' We turned and shook as we had a look In the room where the dead men lay So Frolic Room 311 Yeah There's a gravity in me Pulling me to want to see What is going on tonight Beneath the electric starlight I like to mix with walks of life Who live life on the other side Pulling mussels from their Cold Tears For Fears The coldest shoulder cast in metal Frozen to the bone To rely on hook, line and sinker What a sinker Sinking like a stone You'd be better off alone She saw me on the television underneath the sun No One`s Foxy Brown Seperate the classiest from the nastiest bugs on some ninety six ill shit Niggaz used to rock Swatches and style 'member? kickapoo tenacious D A long ass f**kin\' time ago, In a town called Kickapoo, There lived a humble family Religious through and through. But yeah there was a black sheep, And he knew just what to do.