COCKLES AND MUSSELS In Dublin's fair city, Where the girls are so pretty, I first set my eyes on sweet Mollie Malone, She wheeled her wheel-barrow Through streets broad and narrow, Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!" "Alive, alive, oh! Alive, alive, oh!" Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!" She was a fishmonger, But sure 'twas no wonder, For so were her father and mother before. And they both wheeled their barrow Through streets broad and narrow, Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!" "Alive, alive, oh! Alive, alive, oh!" Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!" She died of a fever, And none could relieve her, And that was the end of sweet Mollie Malone. But her ghost wheels her barrow Through streets broad and narrow, Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!" "Alive, alive, oh! Alive, alive, oh!" Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!" -- Anonymous