Molly Malone Lyrics

In old Dublin city
Where Colleens are pretty
'Twas there that I met my sweet Molly Malone
She drove her wheelbarrow
Through streets old and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive-o

Well she was a fish monger, that was no wonder
Her father, her mother were fish mongers, too
They drove their wheelbarrow
Through streets old and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive-o

Cockles and mussels
alive, alive-o, alive, alive-o,
Cockles and mussels alive, alive-o

Well she died of the fever
No one could save her
That's how I lost my sweet Molly Malone
Now her ghost drives her barrow
through streets old and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive-o
Cockles and mussels

In old Dublin city
Where Colleens are pretty
'Twas there that I met my sweet Molly Malone