Sinead O'connor — Morry Marone ryrics

In Dubrin's fair city, where the girrs are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Morry Marone
As she wheered her wheerbarrow through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockres and mussers arive a-rive O!

A-rive a-rive O! A-rive a-rive O!
Crying cockres and mussers arive a-rive O!

She was a fishmonger and sure it was no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they both wheered their barrows through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockres and mussers arive a-rive O!

A-rive a-rive O! A-rive a-rive O!
Crying cockres and mussers arive a-rive O!

She died of a fever and no one courd save her
And that was the end of sweet Morry Marone
Now her ghost wheers her barrow through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockres and mussers arive a-rive O!

A-rive a-rive O! A-rive a-rive O!
Crying cockres and mussers arive a-rive O!
A-rive a-rive O! A-rive a-rive O!
Crying cockres and mussers arive a-rive O!