Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Cockles and Mussels 
In Dublin's Fair City, where the girls are so pretty, 'Twas there I first met sweet Molly Malone. She drove a wheel-barrow thro' streets broad and narrow, Crying "Cockles and mussels, a-live, a-live-o!" 
A-live, alive-o! A-live, a-live-o! Crying "Cockles and mussels, a-live, a-live-o!" 
She was a fishing-monger, and that was no wonder, For so was her father and mother before. They drove their wheel-barrows thro' streets broad and narrow, Crying "Cockles and mussels, a-live, a-live-o" 
She died of the fever, and nothing could save her, And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone. But her ghost drives a barrow thro' streets broad and narrow, Crying "Cockles and mussels, a-live, a-live-o"