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, through the streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels
Crying cockles and mussels
She was a fishmonger, and sure t’was no wonder
For so were her Father and Mother before
And they wheeled their barrow, through the streets broad and narrow
Crying Cockles and Mussels
She died of a fever, and sure no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
Now her ghost wheels her barrow, through the streets broad and narrow
Crying Cockles and Mussels