Molly Malone Lyrics

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, 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 her,
And they each wheel’d their barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!”

 

(chorus)

 

She died of a fever,
And sure no one could save her,
So that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
Now her ghost wheels her barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!”