Molly Malone

In Dublin's fair city Where girls are so pretty It was there that I first met sweet Molly Malone She wheeled her wheelbarrow 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" Now she was a fishmonger And sure, t'was no wonder For her father and mother Were fishmongers too And they both wheeled their 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" Now she died of a fever And no one could save her Was then that I lost 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"