In Dublin's fair city, where girls are so pretty I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone As she wheeled her wheelbarrow, through streets broad and narrow Crying "cockles and mussels, alive alive Ô" alive alive oh, alive alive Ô Crying "cockles and mussels alive alive Ô" She was a fishmonger, and sure 'twas no wonder For so were her father and mother before And they each wheeled their barrow, through streets broad and narrow Crying "cockles and mussels, alive alive Ô" alive alive oh, alive alive Ô Crying "cockles and mussels alive alive Ô" 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 streets broad and narrow Crying "cockles and mussels, alive alive Ô" alive alive oh, alive alive Ô Crying "cockles and mussels alive alive Ô"