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