Firkin Molly Malone song lyrics

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 mussels, alive-alive-o

Alive-alive-o

Alive-alive-o

Crying cockles and mussels, alive-alive-o

Alive-alive-o

Alive-alive-o

Crying cockles and mussels, alive-alive-o

She were a fishmonger, and it were no wonder

For so were her father and mother before

They wheeled their wheel barrows, through the streets broad and narrow

Crying cockles and mussels, alive-alive-o

Alive-alive-o

Alive-alive-o

Crying cockles and mussels, alive-alive-o

Alive-alive-o

Alive-alive-o

Crying cockles and mussels, alive-alive-o

She died of a fever, and no one cold save her

And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone

Now her ghost wheels a barrow, through streets broad and narrow

Crying cockles and mussels, alive-alive-o

Alive-alive-o

Alive-alive-o

Crying cockles and mussels, alive-alive-o

Alive-alive-o

Alive-alive-o

Crying cockles and mussels, alive-alive-o

Alive-alive-o

Alive-alive-o

Crying cockles and mussels, alive-alive-o

Alive-alive-o

Alive-alive-o

Crying cockles and mussels, alive-alive-o