In Dublin’s fair city,
Where girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
As she wheel’d 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,
But sure ‘twas no wonder,
For so were her father and mother before;
And they each wheel’d 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!
I loved this here girlie
And I’d rise very early
To be with her, my own Molly Malone,
And we’d wheel 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!
Alas, I deceived her,
An’ I know it did grieve her,
For she ran off from Dublin one morn,
And no one wheeled 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!
It rained all that day.
They found her, they say,
All cryin’ and crumpled in the damp of the wood.
Brought home in her barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Amid cockles and mussels,
Alive, alive oh!
Alive, alive oh!
Alive, alive oh!
Crying cockles and mussels,
Alive, alive oh!
In Dublin fair city,
I sit down in pity
And stare at the grave and Molly’s tombstone.
Then I walk with my sorrow,
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying Molly, oh Molly,
Poor Molly Malone
Alive, alive oh!
Alice, alive oh!
Crying Molly, oh Molly,
Alive, alive oh!
She died of a fever
And no one could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone;
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!
traditional tune and song with added lyrics
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