MOLLY MALONE

 

 

 

 

In Dublin’s fair city.

Where the 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 oh

Alive, alive oh. Alive, alive oh.

Crying cockles and mussels,

Alive, alive oh. Alive, alive oh.

 

She was a fishmonger,

But sure, “was no wonder”

For sure, were her father and mother before.

And they each wheeled their barrow,

Through the streets,

Broad and narrow.

 

Crying cockles and mussels

Alive, alive oh

Alive, alive oh. Alive, alive oh.

Crying cockles and mussles,

Alive, Alive oh.