MOLLY MALONE

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 O!

   Chorus:
   Alive alive O! Alive alive O!
   Crying cockles and mussels,
   Alive alive O!

She was a fish monger,
And sure 'twas no wonder,
For so were her father and mother before,
And they wheeled their barrow,
Through the streets broad and narrow,
Crying cockles and mussels, alive alive O!

She died of a fever,
And sure no one could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone,
Now her ghost wheels her barrow,
Through the streets broad and narrow,
Crying cockles and mussels, alive alive O!