You may have the "Irish" connection from the old song (which I perform)
"Molly Malone, aka Cockles and Mussels, alive alive O"
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 the streets broad and narrow
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"
Alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, oh
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"
She was a fishmonger
And sure, t'was no wonder
For so were her mother and father before
And they wheeled their barrow
Through the streets broad and narrow
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"
Alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, oh
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"
She died of a fever
And sure, so one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
Now her ghost wheels her barrow
Through the streets broad and narrow
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"
Alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, oh
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"
Alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, oh
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"
It's a sad song really, but I like it and I am always surprised that so many
In my "Senior Audiences" sing along with it @farm-mom
Now that song I know. My grandma and aunt Rose would sing it after Sunday family dinner 😊
They also taught us the Irish gig. And told stories about performing on stage.
I was young but do remember many happy times.
Hey Jerry, thanks for jogging my memory bank
Always willing to help @farm-mom ha ha ha... I'm an old fart as well as
A traveling minstrel (or a wandering idiot, depending on who you ask)
hehehe, just have some fun!!