In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty There once lived a maiden called Molly Malone She wheeled her wheelbarrow through streets wide and narrow Singing cockles fresh mussels alive a-live O!
A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O! She wheeled her wheelbarrow through streets wide and narrow Singing cockles fresh mussels alive a-live O!
She was a fishmonger and sure it is no wonder For so were her father and mother before They wheeled their wheel barrows through streets wide and narrow Singing cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O! They wheeled their wheel barrows through streets broad and narrow Singing cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
She then took the fever and n'one could save her And so died our Molly sweet Molly Malone Her ghost wheels that barrow through streets wide and narrow Singing cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O! Her ghost wheels that barrow through streets wide and narrow Singing cockles fresh mussels alive a-live O!