In Dublins fair city the girls are so pretty It was there that I first met sweet Molly Malone She drove her wheel barrel through streets wide and narrow Crying cockels and mussels alive, alive ahoe She was a fish monger and fate it is no wonder Her mother and father were fish mongers too The drove their wheel barrel through streets wide and narrow Crying cockels and mussels alive, alive ahoe She died of a fever and no one could save her And that's all I know of sweet Molly Malone Now her ghost drives her barrel through streets wide and narrow Crying cockels and mussels alive, alive ohhhh Alive, alive ohoe. Alive, alive ohoe Crying cockels and mussels alive, alive oh