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, oh!” “Alive, alive, oh Alive, alive, oh” Crying “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh” She was a fishmonger And sure ’twas no wonder For so were her father and the mother before And they wheeled their barrow 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 sure 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!” “Alive, alive, oh Alive, alive, oh” Crying “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh” “Alive, alive, oh Alive, alive, oh” Crying “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh”