Molly Malone

In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow through the streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive O.

Alive, alive O, alive, alive O
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive O.

She was a fishmonger and sure 'twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they wheeled their barrows through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive alive O.

Alive, alive O, alive, alive O
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive O.

She died of a fever and sure 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 O.

Alive, alive O, alive, alive O
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive O
Alive, alive O, alive, alive O
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive O.