Cockles & Mussels

In Dublin’s fair city, where the girls are so pretty,

I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone

As she wheeled her wheelbarrow through streets broad and narrow

Crying, “Cockles and mussels alive alive oh!”

Chorus: Alive alive oh! Alive alive ohl!

Crying “Cockles and mussels, alive alive oh”

She was a fishmonger, but sure ’twas no wonder,

For so were her father and mother before;

They each wheeled their barrow through streets broad  and narrow,

Crying “Cockles and mussels, alive alive oh!”.

She died of a fever, and no one child save her,

And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone;

Her ghost wheels her barrow through streets broad and narrow,

Crying “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh”.