In dublin's fair city where the girls are so pretty i first set my eyes on sweet molly malone as she wheeled her wheelbarrow throguh streets broad and narrow crying cockles and mussels alive alive-o alive-a-live-o, alive alive-o crying cockles and mussels alive alive-o She was a fish monger, and sure it's no wonder for so were her father and mother before they both wheeled a barrow through streets braod and narrow Crying cockles and mussels alive alive-o alive-a-live-o, alive alive-o crying cockles and mussels alive alive-o But i was a rover, and sailed the seas over so i bid my farewell to sweet molly malone and as i was saving the wild wind was wailing buying cockles and mussels alive alive-o alive-a-live-o, alive-a-live-o buying cockles and mussels alive alive-o She died of a fever, and no one could save her and that was the end of sweet molly malone her ghost wheels her barrow through streets broad and narrow crying cockles and mussels alive alive-o alive alive-o, alive alive-o crying cockles and mussels alive alive-o alive alive-o, alive alive-o crying cockles and mussels alive alive-o