In Dublin's fair city where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheels her wheel barrow through the 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)
She was a fishmonger but sure 'twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they both 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)
(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)
In Dublin's fair city where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheels her wheel barrow through the 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)
(Alive alive-o, alive alive-o)
(Crying cockles and mussels alive alive-o)