Something about the song.

In Old Dublin city
Where the colleens are pretty
‘Twas there that I met my sweet Molly Malone
She drove her wheelbarrow
Through streets old and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive-o

Well she was a fishmonger
That was no wonder
Her father, her mother were fish mongers too
They drove their wheelbarrow
Through streets old and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive o!

Cockles and mussels
Alive, alive-o, alive, alive-o
cockles and mussels alive
Alive-o

Well she died of the fever
No one could save her
That’s how I lost my sweet Molly Malone
Now her ghost drives her barrow
Through streets old and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive-o
Cockles and mussels