Molly Malone 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, alive, alive, oh!" "Alive, alive, oh, Alive, alive, oh", * Crying "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh". She was a fishmonger, And sure 'twas no wonder, * For so were her father and mother before, And they each 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 no one could save her, * And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone. Now 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". * (------3----) (-----------) (-----------) (---2-------) (---2-------) (-----------) K♥J