In Dublin´s fair city

where the girls are so pretty

I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone

She wheeled her wheel-barrow

through the streets broad and narrow

Crying Cockles and mussles alive alive-o



She was a fishmonger

and sure it was no wonder

For so were her father and mother before

And they both wheeled their barrow

through streets broad and narrow

Crying Cockles and mussles alive alive-o



She died of a favour

and sure no one could save her

And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone

And her ghost wheels her barrow

through streets broad and narrow

Crying Cockles and mussles alive alive-o



Alive, alive-o alive alive-o

Crying Cockles and mussles alive alive-o