Molly Malone

Molly Malone in Dublin, Ireland

In Dublins fair city, where the girls are so pretty,
I once met a girl called sweet Molly Malone,
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow, through the streets broad and narrow,
Cryng cockles and mussels` Alive alive o

Alive alive oh,
Alive alive oh
Crying cockles and mussels,
Alive alive oh.

She wheeled her wheelbarrow through the streets broad and narrow,
Just like her mother and father before
And they wheeled their wheel barrow,
through the streets broad and narrow,
crying cockles and mussels alive alive oh

My love had 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 oh.