In Dublinґs fair city 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
Alive, alive-o alive alive-o Crying Cockles and mussles alive alive-o
She died of a fever And no one could save her And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone And her ghost wheels her barrow Through the streets broad and narrow Crying Cockles and mussles alive alive-o
Alive, alive-o alive alive-o Crying Cockles and mussles alive alive-o