In Dublin's fair city, Where the girls are so pretty, I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone, As she wheel'd her wheel barrow, Thro' streets broad and narrow... R.: Crying, "Cockles and Mussels alive, alive-O! Alive, alive-O! Alive, alive-O!" Crying, "Cockles and Mussels alive, alive-O!" She was a fishmonger, And sure 'twas no wonder, For so were her father and mother before, And they each wheeled their barrow Through streets broad and narrow... R. She died of a fever, And no one could save her, And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone. Her ghost wheels her barrow Through streets broad and narrow... R.