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“Alive, Alive, Oh”

Unlike the cockles and mussels she peddles–alive, freshly-plucked from a salty stew of sand and sea–Dublin’s sweet Molly Malone becomes a ghost by the end of her song. “She died of a fever, And no-one could save her, Just like … Continue reading

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