In Dublin's fair city,
Where the girls are so pretty,
I first laid my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
She wheels her wheelbarrow
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"!

Alive, alive oh! alive, alive oh!
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"!

She died of the 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"!

Alive, alive oh! alive, alive oh!
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"!