Cockles and Mussels

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
But sure 'twas no wonder
For so were her mother
And father before

They drove their 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 a fever
And nothing could save her
And that was the end of
Poor Molly Malone

Her ghost wheels a 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"