Campfire songs

In Dublin's fair city

In Dublin's fair city
Where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive-o".

Alive alive-o
Alive alive-o
Crying "Cockles and mussels
Alive, alive-o".

She was a fishmonger
And sure 'twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
They each wheeled their barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive-o”.

She died of a fever
And no-one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
But her ghost wheels her barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive-o".