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