Song: Molly Malone

In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eye on sweet Molly Malone
As she pushed her wheelbarrow through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!

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

She was a fishmonger and sure it was no wonder
That so were her mother and father before
As they each wheeled their barrow through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!

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

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