Molly Malone

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

I first laid my eyes on sweet Molly Malone

As she wheeled her wheel barrow

Through the 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 it was no wonder

For so was her father and mother before

And they all wheeled their barrows

Through the 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

Now her ghost wheels her barrow

Through the streets broad and narrow

Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive oh