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

Throguh streets broad and narrow

Crying cockles and mussels alive alive-o

alive-a-live-o, alive alive-o

Crying cockles and mussels alive alive-o

She was a fish monger, and sure it's no wonder

For so were her father and mother before

They both wheeled a barrow

through streets braod and narrow

Crying cockles and mussels alive alive-o

alive-a-live-o, alive alive-o

Crying cockles and mussels alive alive-o

But I was a rover, and sailed the seas over

So I bid my farewell to sweet Molly Malone

And as I was saving the wild wind was wailing

buying cockles and mussels alive alive-o

alive-a-live-o, alive-a-live-o

buying 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

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