The Dubliners - 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 wheel barrow
Through the streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels
Alive, alive, o!

Alive, alive, o!
Alive, alive, o!
Crying cockles and mussels
Alive, alive, o!

She was a fish monger
And sure it was no wonder
For so were her
Father and mother before
And they both wheeled their barrow
Through the streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels
Alive, alive, o! Alive, alive, o!
Alive, alive, o!
Crying cockles and mussels
Alive, alive, o!

She died of a fever
And no one could save her
And that was the end
Of sweet Molly Malone
But her ghost wheels her barrow
Through the streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels
Alive, alive, o!

Alive, alive, o!
Alive, alive, o!
Crying cockles and mussels
Alive, alive, o!