Cockles and Mussles (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

through streets broad and narrow

crying `cockels and mussels! alive, alive oh!`

alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh!

crying `cockels and mussels! alive, alive oh!`

She was a fishmonger

but sure it was no wonder

for so were her father and mother before

and they each wheeled their barrow

through streets broad and narrow

crying `cockels and mussels! alive, alive oh!`

alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh!

crying `cockels 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

but her ghost wheels the barrow

through streets broad and narrow

crying `cockels and mussels! alive, alive oh!`

alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh!

crying `cockels and mussels! alive, alive oh