Molly Malone

In Dublin's fair city
 Where the girls are so pretty
 I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
 As she wheeled her wheelbarrow
 Through the streets broad and narrow
 Crying, "Cockles and muscles alive, alive Oh!"
 (Alive, alive Oh! Alive, alive Oh!)
 Crying, "Cockles and muscles alive, alive Oh!"
 She was a fishmonger
 And sure, 'tis no wonder
 For so we're her mother and father before
 They both wheeled their barrows
 Through the streets broad and narrow
 Crying, "Cockles and muscles alive, alive Oh!"
 (Alive, alive Oh! Alive, alive Oh!)
 Crying, "Cockles and muscles alive, alive Oh!"
 She died of a fever
 And no one could save her
 And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
 Now her ghost wheels her barrow
 Through the streets broad and narrow
 Crying, "Cockles and muscles alive, alive Oh!"
 (Alive, alive Oh! Alive, alive Oh!)
 Crying, "Cockles and muscles alive, alive Oh!"
 (Alive, alive Oh! Alive, alive Oh!)
 Crying, "Cockles and muscles alive, alive Oh!"