In Dublin's Fair City The girls are so pretty I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone As she pushed her wheel barrow Through streets broad and narrow Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive o!
She was a fishmonger And sure 'twas no wonder That so were her mother and father before As they each wheel'd their barrow Through streets broad and narrow Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive o!
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She died of a fever And no one could save her And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone Now her ghost wheels her barrow Through streets broad and narrow Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive o!