In Dublin's fair city
Where the girls are so pretty
I first set me eyes on
sweet Molly Malone
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 it was no wonder
For so were her mother
and father before
They wheeled
their wheelbarrows
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
Alive alive-oh
Alive alive-oh
Crying cockles and mussels
Alive alive-oh
