Molly Malone

MOLLY MALONE

In Dublin’s fair city

Where the girls are so pretty

I first laid my eyes on sweet Molly Malone

She wheeled her wheel-barrow

Through the streets broad and narrow

Crying,"Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!”

ALIVE, ALIVE, OH

ALIVE, ALIVE, OH

CRYING"COCKLES AND MUSSELS, ALIVE, ALIVE, OH”

She was a fishmonger

And sure, 'twas no wonder

For so were her father and mother before

They wheeled their wheel-barrow

Through streets broad and narrow

Crying,"Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!”

ALIVE, ALIVE, OH

ALIVE, ALIVE, OH

CRYING"COCKLES AND MUSSELS, ALIVE, ALIVE, OH”

She died of a fever

And no one could save her

And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone

Now her ghost wheels her barrow

Through the streets broad and narrow

Crying,"Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!”

ALIVE, ALIVE, OH

ALIVE, ALIVE, OH

CRYING"COCKLES AND MUSSELS, ALIVE, ALIVE, OH"

ALIVE, ALIVE, OH

ALIVE, ALIVE, OH

CRYING"COCKLES AND MUSSELS, ALIVE, ALIVE, OH"