Molly Malone

"In Dublin's fair city 

Where the girls are so pretty, 

I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone, 

As she pushed her wheel-barrow, 

Through streets broad and narrow, 

Crying: 'Cockles and mussels, alive, alive-oh!' 

'Alive, alive-oh, alive alive-oh,' 

Crying 'Cockles and mussels, alive, alive-oh.' 

She was a fishmonger, 

And sure 'twas no wonder, 

For so were her father and mother before, 

And they pushed their wheelbarrow, 

Through streets broad and narrow, 

Crying 'Cockles and mussels, alive, alive-oh!'

'Alive, alive-oh, alive alive-oh,' 

Crying 'Cockles and mussels, alive, alive-oh.' 

She caught her a fever

And no one could save her

And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone

But her ghost wheels the barrow

Through streets broad and narrow

Crying 'Cockles, and mussels, alive, alive-oh!'

'Alive, alive-oh, alive alive-oh,' 

Crying 'Cockles and mussels, alive, alive-oh.' 

This statue, of the legendary Molly Malone, sits along Grafton Street, in Dublin. Dubliners jokingly call it the "Tart with the Cart."