Molly Malone - Rapalje

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»

Alive, alive-o, alive, alive-o

Crying: «Cockles and mussels alive, alive-o»

She was a fishmonger, but shure 't was no wonder

For so were her mother an father before

They wheeled their wheelbarrow through streets broad and narrow

Crying: «Cockles and mussels alive, alive-o»

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"