Cockles and Mussels is another of those traditional pieces that really seems to be everywhere. Children all seem to know it, for some reason that I don’t understand, since it’s really quite tragic.
lyrics
In Dublin’s fair city, where the girls are so pretty
It was there that I met my sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow through streets broad and narrow
Crying “Cockles and Mussels, alive, alive-o”
She was a fishmonger, and, sure, ‘twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before.
And they both wheeled their barrows through streets broad and narrow
Crying, “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive-o”
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
Now her ghost wheels her barrow through streets broad and narrow
Crying, “Cockles, mussels, alive, alive-o”