In Dublin's fair city
where the 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 a live O!
A live a live O
A live a live O!
Crying cockles
and mussels alive a live O!
She was a fishmonger
and sure it was no wonder
For so were her father
and mother before
And they both
wheeled their barrows
through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles
and mussels alive a live O!
A live a live O
A live a live O!
Crying cockles
and mussels alive a live O!
She died of a fever
and no one could save her
And that was the end of
sweet Molly Malone
Now her ghost
wheels her barrow
through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles
and mussels alive a live O!
A live a live O
A live a live O!
Crying cockles
and mussels alive a live O!
A live a live O
A live a live O!
Crying cockles
and mussels alive a live O!