In Dublin's fair city,
Where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes
On sweet Molly Malone
As she wheel'd her wheel barrow
Thro' streets broad and narrow
She was a fishmonger,
But sure 'twas no wonder,
For so were her father and mother before,
And they each wheel'd their barrow
Thro' streets broad and narrow,
(Repeat Chorus)
She died of a fever
And no one could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone;
But her ghost wheels her barrow
Thro' streets broad and narrow
(Repeat Chorus)
