In Dublins fair city,
Where the girls are so pretty,
I first laid my eyes on sweet Molly Malone.
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow,
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,
And sure 'twas no wonder,
For so were her father and mother before!
And the each wheeled their 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,
Just like her mother and father before.
Now her ghost wheels the 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!"