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In Dublin's fair city where the girls are so pretty I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone, As she wheels her wheel barrow thro' the streets broad and narrow crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh! |
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alive, alive, oh! alive, alive, oh! crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh! |
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She was a fishmonger, but sure 'twas no wonder for so were her father and mother before and they both wheeled their barrow thro' the streets broad and narrow crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh! |
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She died of a ferevr, and no one could save her. And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone, but her ghost wheels her barrow thro' the streets broad and narrow crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh! |
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