In Dublin's fair city
Where girls are so pretty
'Twas there I first met with
Sweet Molly Malone.
She drove a wheelbarrow
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"
She was a fishmonger
And that was no wonder,
Her father and mother
Were fishmongers, too.
They drove wheelbarrows
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"
She died of the fever
And nothing could save her
And that was the end of
Poor Molly Malone
But her ghost drives 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"