Cockles and Mussels

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
Thro’ streets broad and narrow

(Chorus)
Crying “Cockles and Mussels alive, alive O!
Alive, alive O! Alive, alive O!”
Crying “Cockles 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
Thro’ streets broad and narrow,

(Repeat Chorus)

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
Thro’ streets broad and narrow

(Repeat Chorus)

In the center of Dublin there is a statue of Molly Malone with her cart of Cockles and Mussels.

Michael Finnigan

There was an old man named Michael Finnigan,
He grew whiskers on his chin-igan.
The wind came out and blew them in again.
Poor old Michael Finnigan, begin again.

There was an old man named Michael Finnigan,
He went fishing with a pinnigan.
He caught a fish, but dropped it in again.
Poor old Michael Finnigan, begin again.

There was old man named Michael Finnigan,
He fell down and broke his shinnagin.
Folks said, “Mike, you’ll never swim again.”
Poor old Michael Finnigan, begin again.

There was old man named Michael Finnigan,
He grew fat and then grew thin again,
Thinner than a safety pinnigan.
Poor old Michael Finnigan, begin again.

There was an old man named Michael Finnigan,
He caught cold and couldn’t get well again.
Then he died, and had to begin again.
Poor old Michael Finnigan. Begin again.