Alive, Alive Oh!

Tonight we sat in our living room with some of our very best friends and sang this song.

Cockles and Muscles

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

2. Now she was a fishmonger,
And sure twas 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"!
Chorus:

3. She died of a fever,
And no one 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"!
Chorus:

You can get the melody for free from here
http://ingeb.org/songs/indublin.html
Just click on melody at the top left corner.


We sang it to celebrate. Celebrate St. Patrick's Day. Celebrate Rob's Birthday. Celebrate being together. And most importantly Scott not only being "alive, alive, oh" but sitting in his own home on his couch, surrounded by his family.

I have some fantastic pictures to share (did you doubt it?) but they are going to have to wait I'm much to tired from all the fun to process them tonight.

As Scott told me tonight after I turned out his lights, "moments like tonight mean so much to me, I wasn't sure I was going to get anymore of them."
I can understand what he's saying.


Scott and his boys feeling "Alive, alive, OH"
Thanks for coming over everyone, we've needed you more than you'll ever know.

Anonymous –   – (March 14, 2010 at 9:03 PM)  

"Moments like this mean so much" That comment brought back wonderful memories of our fishing trips to Hayward Wisconsin. Scott you were a part of our family many times on these trips. One vacation we rented 2 cabins. One for Andy and I and Bill and the other for Tom, Rob, Dan and Scott. You boys were always full of your fish stories. {Not sure of how true they were but with your serious faces I probably fell for most of them.] We all had good times up there. Scott can you, Dan or Tom count how many times Rob would end up in the water when fishing? How about that bucket full of snakes you guys snuck home? EEEEK!
Praying for you everyday to get your strength back and for God to heal your leg.
Love,
Mrs. Simpson

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