Molly Malone Songtext
von Ireland's Finest

In Dublin′s fair city
Where the girls are so pretty
I first laid my eyes
On sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow
Through the streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels
Alive a-live O
Alive a-live O
Alive a-live O
Crying cockles and mussels
Alive a-live O
She was a fishmonger
And sure 'twas no wonder
For so were her mother
And father before
And they both wheeled their barrows
Through the streets broad and narrow


Crying cockles and mussels
Alive a-live O
Alive a-live O
Alive a-live O
Crying cockles and mussels
Alive a-live O
Well, she died of a fever
And no one could save her
And that was the end
Of poor Molly Malone
Now her ghost wheels a barrow
Through the streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels
Alive a-live O
Alive a-live O
Alive a-live O
Crying cockles and mussels
Alive a-live O