Molly Malone Lyrics

In Dublin's fair city,
where the girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
As she wheeled her wheel-barrow,
Through streets wide and narrow,
Crying, "c***les and mussels, alive alive oh!"
"Alive-a-live-oh,
Alive-a-live-oh",
Crying "c***les and mussels, alive alive oh".

She was a fishmonger,
And sure 'twas no wonder,
For so was her mother and father before,
And they each wheeled their barrow,
Through streets wide and narrow,
Crying, "c***les and mussels, alive, alive oh!"
(chorus)

She died of a fever,
And no one could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
Now her ghost wheels her barrow,
Through streets wide and narrow,
Crying, "c***les and mussels, alive, alive oh!"
(chorus)