In Dublin’s fair city, Where the Girls are so pretty, I first set my eyes, On sweet Molly Malone, As she wheeled her wheel-barrow, Through the streets broad and narrow, Crying: "Cockles and mussels Alive alive, oh!"
She was a fish monger, And sure it was no wonder, For so were her Father and Mother before, And they both wheeled their barrow, Through the streets broad and narrow, Crying: "Cockles and mussels Alive alive, 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 the streets broad and narrow, Crying: "Cockles and mussels Alive alive, oh!"