In dublin's fair city, where girls are so pretty I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone She wheeled a wheel-barrow, through streets broad and narrow Crying: cockles and Mussels a-live, a-live oh
She was a fishmonger, and sure 'twas no wonder For so were her father and mother before And they both wheeled their barrow, through streets broad and narrow Crying: cockles and Mussels a-live, a-live oh
She died of a fever, and no one could save her And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone But her ghost wheels her barrow, through streets broad and narrow Crying: cockles and Mussels a-live, a-live oh