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In Dublin’s fair city where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Mallone
She wheeled a wheelbarrow through the streets broad and narrow
crying: "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, Oh!"

Alive, alive, Oh, alive, alive, Oh!
crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive, Oh!

She was a fishmonger, but shure ‘twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
and they both wheeled thier barrow through the streets broad and narrow
crying: "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, Oh!"

She died of a fever, no one could reliev her
and that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
But her ghost wheels her barrow through the streets broad and narrow
crying: "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, Oh!"