Molly Malone

In Dublin's fair city the girls are so pretty
'Twas there that I first met sweet Molly Malone
She drove her wheelbarrow through streets wide and narrow
Cryin' "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"
She was a fishmonger and 'fift t'is no wonder
Her mother and father were fishmongers too
They drove their wheelbarrow through streets wide and narrow
Cryin' "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"
She died of a fever
And no one could save her
And that's all I know
Of sweet Molly Malone
Now her ghost drives her barrow
Through streets wide and narrow
Cryin' "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"
Alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, oh
Cryin' "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"