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