In Dublin's fair city, where g irls are so pretty
I first set m y eyes on swe et Molly Mal one
As she wheeled her w heelbarrow, th rough streets br oad and narrow
Crying "cockles a nd mussels, al ive ali ve Ô "
alive a live oh, alive al ive Ô
Crying "cockles a nd mussel s aliv e ali ve Ô"
She was a fishmonger, and 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 Ô"
alive alive oh, alive alive Ô
Crying "cockles and mussels alive alive Ô"
She died of a fever, and no one could save her
And 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 Ô"
alive alive oh, alive alive Ô
Crying "cockles and mussels alive alive Ô"