In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty

I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,

As she wheeled her wheel barrow, through streets broad and narrow,

Crying cockles and mussels a-live a-live Oh

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A-live, a-live oh, a-live a-live oh,

Crying cockles and mussels a-live a-live oh

She was a fishmonger, and sure twas 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 a-live a -live oh

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

And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone

But her ghost wheels her barrow through streets broad and narrow

Crying cockles and mussels a-live a -live oh