In Dublin's fair city,
where the girls are so pretty
I first laid my eyes on
sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow
Through the 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
and sure it was no wonder
For so was her father
and mother before
And they all wheeled their barrows
Through the 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 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 the streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels
Alive alive oh