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 ho'
She was a fishmonger
And sure 'twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they wheeled their barrows
Through the streets broad and narrow
Crying 'Cockles and mussels alive, alive ho'
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 the streets broad and narrow
Crying 'Cockles and mussels alive, alive ho'