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 street 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
But sure ‘twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they each wheeled their barrow
Through streets board 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! "