I love you.
I love you.
In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheels her wheelbarrow through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, oh
Oh, alive, alive, oh
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh
She was a fishmonger
And for sure t'was no wonder
For so was her mother and her mother before
And she wheels her wheelbarrow through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh
Ooh
Ooh
Ah
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.