Irish Rovers 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
Throguh streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive alive-o
alive-a-live-o, alive alive-o
Crying cockles and mussels alive alive-o
She was a fish monger, and sure it's no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
They both wheeled a barrow
through streets braod and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive alive-o
alive-a-live-o, alive alive-o
Crying cockles and mussels alive alive-o
But I was a rover, and sailed the seas over
So I bid my farewell to sweet Molly Malone
And as I was saving the wild wind was wailing
buying cockles and mussels alive alive-o
alive-a-live-o, alive-a-live-o
buying cockles and mussels alive alive-o
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-o
Alive alive-o, alive alive-o
crying cockles and mussels alive alive-o
Alive alive-o, alive alive-o
crying cockles and mussels alive alive-o
