In Dublin's fair city
Where girls are so pretty
'Twas there I first met with
Sweet Molly Malone
She drove a 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
But sure 'twas no wonder
For so were her mother
And father before
They drove their wheelbarrows
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 died of a fever
And nothing could save her
And that was the end of
Poor Molly Malone
Her ghost wheels a barrow
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"
My Bonnie lies over the ocean:
My Bonnie lies over the ocean,
My Bonnie lies over the sea,
My Bonnie lies over the ocean,
Oh bring back my Bonnie to me.
Ô Bring back, bring back,
Oh bring back my Bonnie to me, to me
Traditional Songs