Molly Malone

 In Dublin's fair city

 Where girls are so pretty

I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone

 she wheeled her wheel-barrow

Through streets broad and narrow

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

She was a fishmonger

And sure 'twas no wonder

for so were her mother and father before

and they each wheeled their barrow

Through streets broad and narrow

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 streets broad and narrow
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!"