In Dublin's fair city

where 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