| Lyrics: | In Dublin's fair city
where girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly
Malone
as she wheeled her wheelbarrow
through streets broad and narrow
crying
'cockels and mussels! alive, alive oh!'
alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh!
crying 'cockels
and mussels! alive, alive oh!'
She was a fishmonger
but sure it was no
wonder
for so were her father and mother before
and they each wheeled their
barrow
through streets broad and narrow
crying 'cockels and mussels! alive, alive
oh!'
alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh!
crying 'cockels and mussels! alive, alive
oh!'
She died of a fever
and no one could save her
and that was the end of
sweet Molly Malone
but her ghost wheels the barrow
through streets broad and
narrow
crying 'cockels and mussels! alive, alive oh!'
alive, alive oh, alive, alive
oh!
crying 'cockels and mussels! alive, alive oh |
