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"