Cockles and Mussels
In Dublin's Fair City, where the girls are so pretty,
'Twas there I first met sweet Molly Malone.
She drove a wheel-barrow thro' streets broad and narrow,
Crying "Cockles and mussels, a-live, a-live-o!"
A-live, alive-o! A-live, a-live-o!
Crying "Cockles and mussels, a-live, a-live-o!"
She was a fishing-monger, and that was no wonder,
For so was her father and mother before.
They drove their wheel-barrows thro' streets broad and narrow,
Crying "Cockles and mussels, a-live, a-live-o"
She died of the fever, and nothing could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
But her ghost drives a barrow thro' streets broad and narrow,
Crying "Cockles and mussels, a-live, a-live-o"
