In Dublin's fair city
where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
She wheeled her wheel barrow
through streets broad and narrow
Crying “Cockles and mussels alive, alive oh!
She was a fishmonger
and sure t’was no wonder
For so were her mother and father before
They wheeled their wheel barrow
through the streets broad and narrow
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
