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 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 twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they each wheeled their 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!

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 streets broad and narrow
Crying: Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!

Alive, alive oh! alive, alive oh!
Crying: Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!