M+T: James Yorkston (ca. 1880)
In Dublin's fair city
where the girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
as she wheeled her wheel barrow
thro' 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,
but sure't was no wonder,
for so were her father and mother before
and they each wheeled their barrow
through streets broad and narrow,
crying: Cockles and mussels! Alive, alive, o!
Alive...
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!
Alive...