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 co*kles and mussels alive a-live O! A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O! Crying co*kles and mussels alive a-live O! She was a fishmonger and sure it was no wonder For so were her father and mother before And they both wheeled their barrows through streets broad and narrow Crying co*kles and mussels alive a-live O! A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O! Crying co*kles and mussels alive a-live O! 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 broad and narrow Crying co*kles and mussels alive a-live O! A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O! Crying co*kles and mussels alive a-live O! A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O! Crying co*kles and mussels alive a-live O!