Molly Malone
[Verse One]
In Dublin s fair city, where the girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molloy Malone.
She wheeled a wheelbarrow, through streets broad and narrow,
Crying: les and Mussels, Alive, Alive O.
[Chorus]
Alive, alive O,
Alive, alive O,
Crying, les and Mussels,
Alive, alive O.
[Verse Two]
She was a fishmonger, and sure twas no wonder,
For so were her Father and Mother before.
And they all wheeled their barrows, through streets broad and narrow,
Crying les and Mussels, Alive, alive O.
[Chorus]
Alive, alive O,
Alive, alive O,
Crying, les and Mussels,
Alive, alive O.
[Verse Three]
She died of a fever, and no one to grieve her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
Now her ghost wheels her barrow, through streets broad and narrow,
Crying: les and Mussels, alive, alive O.
[Chorus]
Alive, alive O
Alive, alive O
Crying, les and Mussels
Alive, alive O
