Molly Malone

In Dublin's fair city where the girls are so pretty

I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone

She wheeled her wheelbarrow

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 was a fishmonger and sure 'twas no wonder

For so were her father and mother before

They both 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 no one could save her

And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone

But 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"

Alive, alive, oh, alive, alive, oh

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