Molly Malone

Cockles and mussels Alive, alive, oh In Dublin's fair city Where girls are so pretty That's where he first met her Sweet Molly Malone She wheeled a wheelbarrow Through streets, wide and narrow Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!" She was a fishmonger And sure it's no wonder For her father and mother were fishmongers too For they wheeled a barrow Through streets, wide and narrow Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!" He asked her to marry She said, "It would be grand" But to leave her dear Dublin She'd not give her hand So they both wheel a barrow Through streets, wide and narrow Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!" Now, this is a story very old Of a girl who was his all along She was the one he would not forget And her name was sweet Molly Sweet Molly Malone He asked her to marry She said, "It would be grand" But to leave her dear Dublin She'd not give her hand So they both wheel a barrow Through streets, wide and narrow Crying, "Cockles and mussels Alive, alive, oh!"