She was a fish-monger, but sure 'twas no wonder For so were her father and mother before And they each wheeled their 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!
She died of a fever, and no one could save her And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone But her ghost wheels her 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!