Molly Malone

In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty,
'Twas there that I met my sweet Molly Malone.
She drove her wheelbarrow through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and Mussels; alive, all alive!"

chorus
"Alive, alive-o; alive, alive-o,
Cockles and Mussels; alive, all alive!"

She was a fishmonger, and that was no wonder;
Her father and mother were fishmongers, too.
They drove their wheelbarrows through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and Mussels; alive, all alive!" chorus

She died of the fever; nothing could save her,
'Twas then that I lost my dear Molly Malone.
But her ghost drives a 'barrow through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and Mussels; alive, all alive!" chorus

As performed on the recording:
Good Companions

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