In Dublin's fair city where the girls are so pretty

I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone

As she wheeled her wheel barrow

Through streets broad and narrow

Crying cockles and mussels alive alive O

Alive alive O alive alive O

Crying cockles and mussels alive alive O

She was a fish monger but sure 'twas no wonder

For so were her father and mother before

And they each wheeled their barrow

Through streets broad and narrow

Crying cockles and mussels alive alive O

Alive alive O alive alive O

Crying cockles and mussels alive alive O

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 streets broad and narrow

Crying cockles and mussels alive alive O

Alive alive O alive alive O

Crying cockles and mussels alive alive O