c***les and Mussels (Molly Marlone) Lyrics

In Dublin's fair city
Where girls are so pretty
'Twas there I first met with
Sweet Molly Malone.
She drove a wheelbarrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying, "c***les and mussels,
Alive, alive-o"

Alive, alive-o
Alive, alive-o
Crying, "c***les and mussels,
Alive, alive-o"

She was a fishmonger
And that was no wonder,
Her father and mother
Were fishmongers, too.
They drove wheelbarrows
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying, "c***les and mussels,
Alive, alive-o"
Alive, alive-o
Alive, alive-o
Crying, "c***les and mussels,
Alive, alive-o"
She died of the fever
And nothing could save her
And that was the end of
Poor Molly Malone

But her ghost drives her barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying, "c***les and mussels,
Alive, alive-o"

Alive, alive-o
Alive, alive-o
Crying, "c***les and mussels,
Alive, alive-o"