Molly Malone In Dublin's fair city where girls are so pretty Twas there that I first met sweet Molly Malone As she wheeled her wheelbarrow Through street broad and narrow Crying, Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh, Crying, Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh Now she was a fishmonger and sure twas no wonder For so were her mother and father before And they each wheeled their barrows Through streets broad and narrow Crying, Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh She died of a faver and no one could save her And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone Now her ghost wheels her barrow Through streets broad and narrow Crying, Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh