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 mussles alive alive-o
She was a fishmonger
and sure it was no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they both wheeled their barrow
through streets broad and narrow
Crying Cockles and mussles alive alive-o
She died of a favour
and sure no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
And her ghost wheels her barrow
through streets broad and narrow
Crying Cockles and mussles alive alive-o
Alive, alive-o alive alive-o
Crying Cockles and mussles alive alive-o
Paddy Schmidt - MOLLY MALONE Lyrics
Paddy Schmidt - MOLLY MALONE Lyrics
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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 mussles alive alive-o
She was a fishmonger
and sure it was no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they both wheeled their barrow
through streets broad and narrow
Crying Cockles and mussles alive alive-o
She died of a favour
and sure no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
And her ghost wheels her barrow
through streets broad and narrow
Crying Cockles and mussles alive alive-o
Alive, alive-o alive alive-o
Crying Cockles and mussles alive alive-o
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 mussles alive alive-o
She was a fishmonger
and sure it was no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they both wheeled their barrow
through streets broad and narrow
Crying Cockles and mussles alive alive-o
She died of a favour
and sure no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
And her ghost wheels her barrow
through streets broad and narrow
Crying Cockles and mussles alive alive-o
Alive, alive-o alive alive-o
Crying Cockles and mussles alive alive-o