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 the streets broad and narrow

Crying cockles and mussels alive alive ohh

Alive alive ohh alive alive ohh

Crying cockles and mussels alive alive ohh

She was a fish monger and sure it was no wonder

For so were her father and mother before

And they both wheeled their barrows through streets broad and narrow

Crying cockles and mussels alive alive ohh

Alive alive ohh alive alive ohh

Crying cockles and mussels alive alive ohh

She died of a fever and no one could save her

And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone

But her ghost wheels her barrow through the streets broad and narrow

Crying cockles and mussels alive alive ohh

Alive alive ohh alive alive ohh

Crying cockles and mussels alive alive ohh

Alive alive ohh alive alive ohh

Crying cockles and mussels alive alive ohh