Mr Sun

Oh, Mr sun, sun, mr golden sun,
Please shine down on me.
Oh, mr sun, sun, mr golden sun,
Hiding behind a tree.
These little children are asking you,
Please come out so we can play with you.
Mr sun, sun, mr golden sun,
Please shine down on me.

Oh, Mr sun, sun, mr golden sun,
Please shine down on me.
Oh, mr sun, sun, mr golden sun,
Hiding behind a tree.
These little children are asking you,
Please come out so we can play with you.
Mr sun, sun, mr golden sun,
Please shine down on, please shine down on,
Please shine down on me.

Molly Malone

In Dublin's fair city,
Where girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone.
As she pushed her wheel barrow
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!"

Alive, alive oh! alive, alive oh!
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!"

Now she was a fishmonger,
And sure was no wonder,
For so were her mother and father before.
And they each wheeled their barrow,
Through 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 nothing could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
Now her ghost wheels her barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive alive oh!"

Alive, alive oh! alive, alive oh!
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"
"Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"

Mairzy Doats

I know a ditty nutty as a fruitcake
Goofy as a goon and silly as a loon
Some call it pretty, others call it crazy
But they all sing this tune:

Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you?
Yes! Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you?

If the words sound queer and funny to your ear,
a little bit jumbled and jivey
Sing "Mares eat oats and does eat oats
and little lambs eat ivy"

Oh! Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you-oo?
A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you?

Mademoiselle went down to the Well

Mademoiselle
Went down to the well,
Combed her hair,
And brushed it well,
Then picked up her basket and
Vanished!