In Dublin’s fair city,
Where the girls are so pretty,
I once set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow
Through the streets, broad and narrow,
Singing, Cockles and mussels,
Alive alive-o
Alive alive-o
Alive alive-o
Singing, Cockles and mussels,
Alive alive-o
She was a fishmonger
But sure ‘twas no wonder,
For so were her mother and father before,
And they each wheeled their barrow
Through the streets, broad and narrow,
Singing, Cockles and mussels,
Alive alive-o
She died of a fever,
And no one could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
And her ghost wheeled her barrow
Through the streets, broad and narrow,
Singing, Cockles and mussels,
Alive alive-o
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