Yorkston: Cockles and Mussels

In Dublin's fair city where 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 fish monger, but '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!