| 1 | In Dublin’s fair city, where the girls are so pretty, I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone, As she wheeled her wheel-barrow, Through streets broad and narrow, Crying, « Cockles and mussels, alive alive oh! » |
| 2 | Refrain « Alive-a-live-oh, Alive-a-live-oh », Crying « Cockles and mussels, alive alive oh ». |
| 3 | She was a fishmonger, But sure ’twas no wonder, For so were her father and mother before, And they each wheeled their barrow, Through streets broad and narrow, Crying, « Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh! » |
| 4 | She died of a fever, And no one could save her, And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone. But her ghost wheels her barrow, Through streets broad and narrow, Crying, « Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh! » |
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