Cockles and mussels

In Dublin fair city
Where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheel’d her wheelbarrow
Thro’ streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh.
        Alive, alive, oho, alive, alive oho
        Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh.
She was a fish monger
And sure ’t was no wonder
‘Cause so were here father and mother before
And they each wheel’d their barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh.
        Alive, alive, oho, alive, alive oho
        Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh.
She died of a fever
And no one could save her
And that was the end ot sweet Molly Malone
But her ghost wheels her barrow
Thro’ streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh
        Alive, alive, oho, alive, alive oho
        Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh.