In Dublin's fair city,
Where the girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
As she wheeled her 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 was a fishmonger,
But sure 'twas no wonder,
For so were her father and mother before,
And they wheeled their barrows,
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 died of a fever,
And no one could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
But her ghost wheels her 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.

Alive, alive, oh, Alive, alive, oh,
Crying: Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh.