Molly Malone

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

I first set me eyes on sweet Molly Malone

As she wheeled her wheelbarrow through the streets broad and narrow

Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh

Alive, alive, oh, alive, alive, oh

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 it was no wonder

For so were her father and mother before

And they both wheeled their barrows through the streets broad and narrow

Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh

Alive, alive, oh, alive, alive, oh

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

And her ghost wheels her barrow through the streets broad and narrow

Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh

Her ghost cries cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh

Alive, alive, oh, alive, alive, oh

Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh

Alive, alive, oh, alive, alive, oh

Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh

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

I first set me eyes on sweet Molly Malone

As she wheeled her wheelbarrow through the streets broad and narrow

Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh

Alive, alive, oh, alive, alive, oh

Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh

Alive, alive, oh, alive, alive, oh

Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh

Alive, alive, oh, alive, alive, oh

Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh

Alive, alive, oh, alive, alive, oh

Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh

Alive, alive, oh, alive, alive, oh

Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh

Alive, alive, oh, alive, alive, oh

Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh

• Artist:Heiter bis Folkig
• Album:Der Tod war da