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
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying [bad word] and mussels alive, alive o!
 [bad word] 
Alive, alive o!, alive, alive o!
Crying [bad word] and mussels alive, alive o!

She was a fishmonger
But sure 'twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they each wheel'd their barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying [bad word] and mussels alive, alive o!
 [bad word] 
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
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying [bad word] and mussels alive, alive o!
 [bad word]