In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone.
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 both wheeled their barrows through streets broad and narrow
Crying, "Cockles and Mussels, alive, alive, Oh!"
She died of a fever; no one could relieve 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, Oh!"