Molly Malone

In Dublin's fair city
Where girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying "Cockles and mussels! Alive, Alive Oh!"

"Alive, alive Oh! Alive, alive Oh!"
Crying, "Cockles and mussels! Alive, Alive Oh!"

She was a fishmonger
But sure 'twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they each wheeled their barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying "Cockles and mussels! Alive, Alive Oh!"

"Alive, alive Oh! Alive, alive Oh!" 
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 streets broad and narrow,
Crying "Cockles and mussels! Alive, alive Oh!"

"Alive, alive Oh! Alive, alive Oh!" 
Crying, "Cockles and mussels! Alive, Alive Oh!"