In Dublin's fair city, when I was a kitty,
I first cast my gaze on sweet Molly Malone,
I was but a kitten, but I was quiet smitten,
With her co*kles and mussels
Alive alive-o
alive alive-o, alive alive-o
sparing co*kles and mussels
alive alive-o
She was a fish monger
feeding cats who did wander
just like her father and mother before
and they all wheeled their barrows
feeding cats fat and narrow
sharing co*kles and mussels
Alive alive-o
She died of a fever, nine lives couldn't save her
the cats we did mourn for sweet Molly Malone
now her ghost wheels her barrow
feeding cats fat and narrow
sharing co*kles and mussels
Alive alive-o