Molly Malone

Fair city

Where the girls are so pretty

I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone

As she wheeled her wheel barrow

Through streets wide 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

And sure 'twas no wonder

For so were her father and mother before

And they wheeled their whilled barrow

Through streets wide 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

So that was the end of sweet Molly Malone

Now her ghost wheels her barrow

Through streets wide and narrow

Crying cockles and mussels alive alive oh

Alive alive oh

Alive alive oh

Crying cockles and mussels alive alive oh

Alive alive oh

Alive alive oh

Crying cockles and mussels alive alive oh

Alive alive oh

Alive alive oh

Crying cockles and mussels alive alive oh