Cockles And Mussels

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 alive oh!
 Alive alive oh, alive alive oh,
 Crying Cockles and Mussels, alive alive oh!

She was a fishmonger, but sure ‘twas no wonder
For so were her Father and Mother before
And they each wheeled their barrow
Through streets broad and narrow

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