In Dublin´s fair city, where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
She wheeled her wheel-barrow through the streets broad and narrow
Crying "Cockles and mussles alive, alive-o"

She was a fischmonger, and sure it was no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they both wheeled their barrow, through streets broad and narrow
Crying "Cockles and mussles alive, alive-o"

She died of a favour and sure no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
And her ghost wheels her barrow through streets broad and narrow
Crying "Cockles and mussles alive, alive-o"

Alive, alive-o, alive, alive-o
Crying "Cockles and mussles alive, alive-o"