Molly Malone Lyrics
Molly Malone - The Limeliters
In old Dublin City
Where the colleens are pretty
'Twas there I met my sweet Molly Malone
She drove her wheelbarrow
Through streets old and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive alive oh
Well she was a fishmonger
That was no wonder
Her father her mother were fishmongers too
They drove their wheelbarrow
Through streets old and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive alive oh
Cockles and mussels
Alive alive oh
Alive alive oh
Cockles and mussels alive alive oh
Well she died of a fever
No one could save her
That's how I lost my sweet Molly Malone
Now her ghost drives her barrow
Through streets old and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive alive oh
Cockles and mussels