Irish Music Lyrics
"Molly Malone"

In Dublin's fair city,
Where the girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes upon Molly Malone.
She wheeled her wheelbarrow
Through the streets broad and narrow,
Singing, "cockles and muscles - alive, alive-o".

"Alive, alive-o,
Alive, alive-o."
Singing, "cockles and muscles,
Alive, alive-o."

She was a fishmonger,
And sure 'twas no wonder,
For so were her mother and father before.
They wheeled their wheelbarrows
Through the streets broad and narrow,
Singing, "cockles and muscles - alive, alive-o".

"Alive, alive-o,
Alive, alive-o."
Singing, "cockles and muscles,
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 the streets broad and narrow,
Singing, "cockles and muscles - alive, alive-o".

"Alive, alive-o,
Alive, alive-o."
Singing, "cockles and muscles,
Alive, alive-o."

"Alive, alive-o,
Alive, alive-o."
Singing, "cockles and muscles,
Alive, alive-o."