Molly Malone

Cockles and mussels
Alive, alive, oh
In Dublin's fair city
Where girls are so pretty
That's where he first met her
Sweet Molly Malone
She wheeled a wheelbarrow
Through streets wide and narrow
Crying, "Cockles and mussels
Alive, alive, oh"
She was a fishmonger
And sure it's no wonder
For her father and mother
Were fishmongers too
They wheeled a wheelbarrow
Through streets wide and narrow
Crying, "Cockles and mussels
Alive, alive, oh"
He asked her to marry
She said, "T'would be grand"
But to leave her dear Dublin
She'd not give her hand
So they both wheeled a barrow
Through streets wide and narrow
Crying, "Cockles and mussels
Alive, alive, oh"
This is a story very old
Of a girl who was his all alone
She was the one he would not forget
And her name was sweet Molly
Sweet Molly Malone
He asked her to marry
She said, "T'would be grand"
But to leave her dear Dublin
She'd not give her hand
So they both wheeled a barrow
Through streets wide and narrow
Crying, "Cockles and mussels
Alive, alive, oh"