In Dublin's fair city, Where the girls are all pretty, I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone. She wheeled a wheel-barrow Through the streets broad and narrow, Crying: "Cockles and mussels, Alive, alive oh!"
She was a fishmonger, But sure, 'twas no wonder, For so were her mother and their mothers before! And they all wheeled their barrows Through the streets broad and narrow, Crying: "Cockles and mussels, Alive, alive oh!"
* And she died of a fever, So no-one could save her, And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone. But her ghost wheels her barrow, Through the streets broad and narrow, Crying: "Cockles and mussels, Alive, alive oh!"