Also known as Molly Malone and In Dublin's Fair City this Irish folksong is so popular that a statue of the fishmonger stands on Grafton Street in the centre of Dublin. This arrangement brings Molly's story to life with a flowing accompaniment, swelling harmonies and a haunting descant line.
Lyrics
In Dublin's fair city
Where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels
Alive, alive-o
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Alive, alive-o
Alive, alive-o
Crying cockles and mussels
Alive, alive-o
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She was a fishmonger
But 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-o
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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-o
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Traditional