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 –

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Crying : cockles and mussels, alive, alive o
Alive, alive o crying : cockles and mussels alive, alive o

She was a fishmonger
But sure ’t was no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they each wheeled their barrow
Through streets broad and narrow –

She died of a fever
And no one could save her
So that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
But her ghost wheels her barrow
Through streets broad and narrow –