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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 streets broad and narrow;

crying cockles and mussels, alive a-live O!

A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!

Crying cockles and mussels, alive a-live O!

She was a fishmonger, and sure it was no wonder,

for so were her father and mother before

And they both wheeled their barrows, through streets broad and narrow;

crying cockles and mussels, alive a-live O!

A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!

Crying cockles and mussels, alive a-live O!

She died of a fever, and no one could save her,

and that was the end of sweet Molly Malone

Now her ghost wheels her barrow, through streets broad and narrow;

crying cockles and mussels, alive a-live O!

A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!

Crying cockles and mussels, alive a-live O!

A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!

Crying cockles and mussels, alive a-live O!