Molly Malone Lyrics

In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone.
She wheeled her wheelbarrow,
through street broad and narrow,
crying, c***les and mussels, alive, alive oh.
Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh,
crying, c***les and mussels, alive, alive oh.

She was a fishmonger, but sure twas no wonder
for so were her mother and father before.
And they both wheeled their barrows,
through streets broad and narrow,
crying, c***les and mussels, alive, alive oh.
Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh,
Crying, c***les and mussels, alive, alive oh.

She died of a fever, and no one could save her,
and that was the end of my Molly Malone.
But her ghost wheels her barrow,
through streets broad and narrow,
crying, c***les and mussels, alive, alive oh.
Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh,
Crying, c***les and mussels, alive, alive oh.

Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh,
Crying, c***les and mussels, alive, alive oh.