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She was young, she was pure, she was new, she was nice
She was fair, she was sweet seventeen.
He was old, he was vile, and no stranger to vice
He was base, he was bad, he was mean.
He had slyly inveigled her up to his flat
To view his collection of stamps,
And he said as he hastened to put out the cat,
The wine, his cigar and the lamps:

In old Dublin city, where the colleens are pretty
Twas there I met my sweet Molly Malone
She drove her wheelbarrow
Through streets old and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!

Well She was a fishmonger, that was no wonder
Her father, her mother were fishmongers too

I do not have a mansion, I haven't any land,
Not one paper dollar to crinkle in my hand.
But I can show you morning on a thousand hills,
And kiss you and give you seven daffodils.
And kiss you and give you seven daffodils.

I do not have a fortune to buy you pretty things,
But I can weave you moonbeams for necklaces and rings,

Times are getting hard, boys,
Money's getting scarce
Times don't get no better, boy
Gonna leave this place

Take my true love by the hand
Lead her through the town
Say goodbye to everyone

Nous sommes les moines de Saint-Bernardin
Nous sommes les moines de Saint-Bernardin
Nous nous couchons tôt et levons pas matin
Nous nous couchons tôt et levons pas matin
Si le prieur nous engueule, on lui chante des chansons
C'est ça qu'est bon et bon, bon, bon!
Et voilà la vie, la vie, la vie, la vie chérie, ah! ah!
Et voilà la vie que tous les moines font.

From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific Shore
From sunny California to icebound Labrador
She's mighty tall and handsome, she's known quite well by all
She's the 'bos accomodation called the Wabash Cannon Ball

Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodlands, through the hills and by the shore