Cockles and Mussels
In Dublin’s fair city, where the girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Ma-lone
As she wheeled her wheel barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels, a-live, alive O!
Alive, alive O! a-live, alive O!
Crying cockles and mussels, a-live, alive O!
She was a fish-monger, but sure ’twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother be-fore
And they each wheeled their barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels, a-live, a-live O!
A-live, alive O! a-live, alive O!
Crying cockles and mussels, a-live, alive O!
She died of a fever, and no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Ma-lone
But her ghost wheels her barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels, a-live, alive O!
A-live, alive O! a-live, alive O!
Crying cockles and mussels, a-live, alive O!
