Molly Malone

[Primeira Parte]


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 les and mussels

A-live, A-live oh

[Refrão]


A-live, alive O

A-live, alive O

Crying les and mussels

A-live, alive oh

[Segunda Parte]


She was a fishmonger, and sure t?was no wonder

For so were her Father and Mother before

And they wheeled their barrow, through the streets broad and narrow

Crying les and Mussels

A-live, a-live oh

[Terceira Parte]


She died of a fever, and sure no 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 les and Mussels

A-live, A-live oh