Hewlett

In Dublin's fair city, when I was a kitty, 
  I first cast my gaze on sweet Molly Malone, 
  I was but a kitten, but I was quiet smitten, 
  With her cockles and mussels 
  Alive alive-o 

  alive alive-o, alive alive-o 
  sparing cockles and mussels 
  alive alive-o 

  She was a fish monger 
  feeding cats who did wander 
  just like her father and mother before 
  and they all wheeled their barrows 
  feeding cats fat and narrow 
  sharing cockles and mussels 
  Alive alive-o 

  She died of a fever, nine lives couldn't save her 
  the cats we did mourn for sweet Molly Malone 
  now her ghost wheels her barrow 
  feeding cats fat and narrow 
  sharing cockles and mussels 
  Alive alive-o