In Dublin's fair city, when I was a kitty, I first cast my gaze on sweet Molly Malone, I was but a kitten, but I was quiet smitten, With her cockles and mussels Alive alive-o alive alive-o, alive alive-o sparing cockles and mussels alive alive-o She was a fish monger feeding cats who did wander just like her father and mother before and they all wheeled their barrows feeding cats fat and narrow sharing cockles and mussels Alive alive-o She died of a fever, nine lives couldn't save her the cats we did mourn for sweet Molly Malone now her ghost wheels her barrow feeding cats fat and narrow sharing cockles and mussels Alive alive-o