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Molly Malone Statue
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Categories: Landmarks & Historical Buildings, Local Flavour [Edit]
College GreenDublin 2
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8 reviews for Molly Malone Statue
I love Dublin, I love molly Malone, I love her song and I love her statue. I do not love the throngs of people that you have to wade through at the bottom of grafton street as they all stand around and stare at her. I cant even imagine the amount of tourist pictures i am in as they snap away while im walking by. Lastly the opportunists who stand around the statue in leprechaun costumes or farmer hats with a fiddle jsut get to me, what have they got to do with molly malone? why are they trying to make money on the back of her fame when she had to make money on her back if you know what i mean?
i just sound like a bitter dubliner dont i? ah i dont really mind it at all, sure if molly could push that big cart around dublin smelling of fish im sure i can put up with a few massive groups of tourists!
I recall a better version of the song by Boru (Now known as "Boru the Band")
Anyway, I recall when this was built how ridiculous everyone thought it was, especially at a time when no one had any money.
Well the tourists loved it and and you can't help but look at it.
If Hooters ever opens a location in Ireland it should be on that corner.
The Molly Malone statue is the embodiment of a popular Irish folk song about a fish seller who died of a fever. The song doesn't mention that Molly had huge boobs, though apparently the sculptor was privy to this information.
They're really quite a pair, those boobs. I had to resist the urge to motorboat the gal, for fear of getting two black eyes.
I didn't realize that Molly Malone was such a celebrity or a part of Dublin culture that she afforded he own statue! But once you see it, you can't help but like it. I think most of the other reviewers have hit on it. Its the boobs. This certainly isn't how I would have pictured a woman who sold seafood out of a cart on the street, but it is a pretty interesting interpretation. Must have been a male sculptor...
"Who's yer wan with the nice bronze tits?"
That would be the statue of Molly Malone, located on College Green, just off the end of Grafton St. If you go on a bus tour of Dublin, no doubt the tour guide will attempt to lead you on a rendition of the famous song.
In unique Dublin fashion, the city has adopted the ballad "Molly Malone" - a song about a street hawker and possible prostitute - as our unofficial anthem. This is despite the fact that historical records indicate that the song is extremely unlikely to have been written in either Dublin or even Ireland itself, but sure that would never make us turn our noses up at a chance to flog some folklore to unwitting Americans. To further the plastic paddy theme, there is ocassionally a guy who sells little dancing leprechauns while playing the bodhrán and dressed as a leprechaun at the statue, so if you don't like tourist trap ridiculousness, maybe give the "The Tart with the Cart" a wide berth.
"In Dublin fair city
where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheel barrow
Through streets wide and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels
Alive alive-o!"
Or at least that's how I remember the song going...
The song is world famous so it was a bit of a let down to see her in the flesh (or in the bronze). The reason why locals call her The Tart With the Cart is because the statue makes her look like a hussy. Whether or not this is true, it's still a gas to pose next to her.
'The Tart with the Cart', 'The Dish with the Fish,' and 'The Trollop with the Scallops' - all fond nicknames for the bronze statue of the world's most infamous, possibly fictitious, combined prostitute and fishmonger, Molly Malone. She stands at the bottom of Grafton Street selling her wares, baring no expression but plenty of bosom, enticing tourists to pose with her and her wheelbarrow. Her location across the road from Trinity is fitting because it is said that back in the 17th Century debauched students were some of her best customers, and you can be sure t'wasn't fish they were buying!
Molly Malone was immortalised in song long before she became a statue or lent her name to a plethora of Irish pubs from Moscow to Michigan. The lyrics tell us that her ghost still wheels her barrow through the streets broad and narrow so I wonder what she makes of the mauling she gets from polluted stag parties...
Some Bronzer with a crackin'pair of cockles!
