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-o
Alive alive-o
Alive alive-o
Crying cockles and mussels
Alive alive-o
She was a fish-monger
But 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-o
Alive alive-o
Alive alive-o
Crying cockles and mussels
Alive alive-o
She died of a fever
And no one could save her
And that was the end of
sweet Molly Malone
But her ghost
wheels her barrow
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
Alive alive-o
Alive alive-o
Crying cockles and mussels
Alive alive-o
