Cockles and mussels / Molly Malone

				T&M: Trad

In Dublins fair city, where girl are so pretty,
I first sat my eyes on Molly Malone.
As she wheeled her wheel-barrow,
through streets broad and narrow,
crying "Cockles and musseles,
a-live, a-live oh."

	A-live, a-live oh,
	a-live, a-live oh,
	Crying cockles and mussels
	a-live, a-live oh.

She was a fish monger, but sure 'twas no wonder,
for so was her father and mother before.
They each wheel'd their barrow,
throught streets broad and narrow,
crying "Cocles and mussles,
a-live, a-live oh."

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

She died of a feaver, and no one could save her,
and that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
Her - gost wheels her barrow,
through streets broad and narrow,
crying "Cocles and mussles,
a-live, a-live oh."

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