In Dublin's fair city
Where girls are so pretty
'Twas there I first met with

Sweet Molly Malone
She drove a wheelbarrow
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"

She was a fishmonger
But sure 'twas no wonder
For so were her mother

And father before
They drove their wheelbarrows
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"

She died of a fever
And nothing could save her
And that was the end of

Poor Molly Malone
Her ghost wheels a 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"