Molly Malone

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

I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone

And 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

Alive, alive oh

Alive, alive oh

Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive oh

She was a fishmonger, sure it was no wonder

For so was her father and mother before

And they both wheeled their barrows 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

She died of a fever, 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

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

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