[Verse 1]
In Dublin's fair city, where girls are so pretty
'Twas there I first met sweet Molly Malone
She wheeled a wheelbarrow through streets long and narrow
Crying, "Cockles and mussels a-live a-live O!
A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!"
Crying, "Cockles and mussels a-live a-live O!"

[Verse 2]
She was a fishmonger and sure 'twas no wonder
For her father and mother were fishmongers too
And they wheeled a wheelbarrow through streets long and narrow
Crying, "Cockles and mussels a-live a-live O!
A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!"
Crying, "Cockles and mussels a-live a-live O!"

[Verse 3]
She died of a fever of which none could relieve her
And thus I lost my Molly Malone
Now her ghost wheels the barrow through streets long and narrow
Crying, "Cockles and mussels a-live a-live O!
A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!"
Crying, "Cockles and mussels a-live a-live O!"