Lyrics:
We’re gonna burn this old ocean down-
Scope the fishmonger looked from his signpost
Submarine leave a trail in the sea
Oil from the engine and bits
In the land of fjords and the midnight sun
Lives a fishmonger, strong and hearty one
With a heart of gold and a temper ablaze
He's got no time for
We're gonna burn this old ocean
Downscope the fishmonger looked from his signpost
Submarine leaving a trail in the sea
Oil from the engine and bits
the Portobello road
Burke's Peerage, The Bride Book, The Fishmonger's Guidebook
A Victorian novel, The Unwanted Son
The History of Potting, The Yearbook
frillies she finds in the Portobello road
Burke's Peerage, The Bride Book,
The Fishmonger's Guidebook,
A Victorian novel, The Unwanted Son,
Crucify me, I just don't call this living
How can I let you know?
Can't you hear the bells ringing out?
Can't you hear the fishmongers shout?
That
I just don't call this living
How can I let you know?
Can't you hear the bells ringing out?
Can't you hear the fishmongers shout?
That the way
Crucify me, I just don't call this living
How can I let you know?
Can't you hear the bells ringing out?
Can't you hear the fishmongers shout?
That
see he’s coming after me
The crazy archer
Mother don't you see he’s coming after me
Son of fishmonger,
Strong with a spear
He taught him the art
then go to hell.
I call all the shots. If you don’t like it, then Argh!
VERSE 1
A former fishmonger, I no longer selfish.
I invested in myself. Go
of me gal from County Clare
Hard by the River Shannon, a true fishmonger there
From Dulin up to Boston she’d gladly ply her wares
And bring a smile
were real
Its good to receive but it`s better to steal
Your fishmonger eyes tell that you sell fish
Hi there nightmare
You`re a nightmare
First
wrong with me
They just don't take me seriously
The fishmonger mocks me 'cause I skate
He's just a fat cunt you know
Ale don't want to date me anymore
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 a-live O!
A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
She was a fishmonger
the woods at the break of dawn
The candles of the night still on
The chimes ring from the hollow
I too am worth my weight in gold
But the fishmonger and I are
and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
She was a fishmonger
and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
She was a fishmonger
a-live O!
She was a fishmonger and sure it was no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they both wheeled their barrows through streets
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
A fishmonger who hasn't washed for a week.
A graphic artist who rinses so much he squeaks.
A butcher with knotted muscles and a potted belly.
Medical students,
a fishmonger and sure it was no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they both wheeled their barrows
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying
and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
She was a fishmonger
a fishmonger and sure it was no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they both wheeled their barrows
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying
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