Molly Malone
Johnny Logan Lyrics


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In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!

A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
She was a fishmonger and sure it was no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they both wheeled their barrows through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!

A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!

She died of a fever and no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
Now her ghost wheels her barrow through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!

A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!




A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!

Overall Meaning

Johnny Logan's song "Molly Malone" is a tribute to the beloved folk heroine who was said to have lived on the streets of Dublin. The lyrics describe the city's beauty, and how the singer first set eyes on the eponymous protagonist, who is out selling fish from her wheelbarrow. Her cries of "cockles and mussels, alive a-live-O!" ring out through the streets, capturing the essence of the bustling, vibrant city.


Molly's occupation is no surprise, given that she comes from a long line of fishmongers, and her parents used to sell their wares from wheelbarrows as well. The chorus is repeated twice, emphasizing the infectiousness of her calls: "A-live a-live O! Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!"


In the final verse, we learn that Molly died of a fever, and her ghost is now said to roam the streets of Dublin, still selling her cockles and mussels from beyond the grave. The song ends on the same chorus as before, driving home the enduring legacy of this beloved character.


Line by Line Meaning

In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty
The story is set in Dublin, a city full of beautiful girls.


I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
The storyteller first saw Molly Malone, who was beautiful.


As she wheeled her wheelbarrow through streets broad and narrow
Molly Malone would push a wheelbarrow through the wide and narrow streets.


Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
Molly Malone would shout that her seafood is fresh and alive.


She was a fishmonger and sure it was no wonder
It was no surprise that Molly Malone was a fishmonger, considering her parents were also fishmongers.


And they both wheeled their barrows through streets broad and narrow
Molly's mother and father also pushed wheelbarrows of seafood through the wide and narrow streets.


She died of a fever and no one could save her
Molly Malone died of a fever, and nobody could save her.


And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
Molly Malone's death was the end of her life.


Now her ghost wheels her barrow through streets broad and narrow
Molly's ghost would push her wheelbarrow through the wide and narrow streets.


Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
Even after death, Molly Malone would still shout that her seafood is fresh and alive.


A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
Molly Malone's haunting cry of fresh seafood.


Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
Molly Malone's haunting cry of fresh seafood.


A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
Molly Malone's haunting cry of fresh seafood.


Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
Molly Malone's haunting cry of fresh seafood.




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@MrBachfie

In Dublin's fair city,
where the girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
As she wheeled 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 each wheeled their 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 died of a fever,
And no one could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
Now her ghost wheels her 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".



All comments from YouTube:

@maritajansson1469

Okay, here I am again! To watch and listen to his videos, I probably do as long as I have hearing and sight preserved!

@Angelflower83

This is the Unofficial Irish National Anthem!☘️🌹😊

@Angelflower83

A Wonderful Irish Song!☘️❤️😊

@frankebbing3765

I enjoyed singing it with my two friends, now it's just me left.

@petraschleich3159

Johnny Logan ❤️ super Sänger 👍👍 tolle Lieder 🥰 superschön 🥰🥰 i love IT ❤️ wunderschöne Musik 😀😀❤️❤️

@lizdoyle7158

EXCELLENT 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

@uwelohr7958

this is how to put all spirit off of a wonderful song...

@maritajansson1469

Love you and miss you here in Sweden!

@wheretheeaglefly4451

I adore this song so much and John sings it beautifully !

@yvesstoeckel193

J'aime beaucoup 👍😭💕💞💞😍🤩

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