Sinead O'Connor - Molly Malone

Molly Malone

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 the streets broad and narrow

Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"

Alive, alive, oh

Alive, alive, oh

Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"

She was a fishmonger

And sure, t'was no wonder

For so were her mother and father before

And they wheeled their barrow

Through the streets broad and narrow

Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"

Alive, alive, oh

Alive, alive, oh

Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"

She died of a fever

And sure, so one could save her

And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone

Now her ghost wheels her barrow

Through the streets broad and narrow

Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"

Alive, alive, oh

Alive, alive, oh

Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"

Alive, alive, oh

Alive, alive, oh

Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"