Molly Malone

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 streets broad and narrow
 Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
 A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
 Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
 She was a fishmonger 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 a-live O!
 A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
 Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
 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 a-live O!
 A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
 Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
 A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
 Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!