In Dublin´s fair city
Where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
She wheeled her wheel-barrow
Through the streets broad and narrow
Crying co*kles and mussles alive alive-o
She was a fishmonger
And sure it was no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they both wheeled their barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying co*kles and mussles alive alive-o
She died of a favour
And sure no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
And her ghost wheels her barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying co*kles and mussles alive alive-o
Alive, alive-o alive alive-o
Crying co*kles and mussles alive alive-o