In D^Dublin's fair city, where the g^Airls are so pretty, I f^Dirst set my eyes on sweet M^Aolly Mal^Done, As she w^Dheeled her wheel-barrow, Through s^Atreets broad and narrow, Crying, "C^Dockles and mussels, al^Aive, alive, o^Dh!"

"A^Dlive, alive, oh, A^Alive, alive, oh", Crying "C^Dockles and mussels, al^Aive, alive, o^Dh".

She w^Das a fishmonger, And s^Aure 'twas no wonder, For s^Do were her father and mo^Ather befo^Dre, And they e^Dach wheeled their barrow, Through st^Areets broad and narrow, Crying, "C^Dockles and mussels, al^Aive, alive, o^Dh!"

"Al^Dive, alive, oh, Al^Aive, alive, oh", Crying "C^Dockles and mussels, al^Aive, alive, o^Dh".

She d^Died of a fever, And n^Ao one could save her, And t^Dhat was the end of sweet M^Aolly Mal^Done. Now her g^Dhost wheels her barrow, Through st^Areets broad and narrow, Crying, "C^Dockles and mussels, al^Aive, alive, o^Dh!"

"Al^Dive, alive, oh, Al^Aive, alive, oh", Crying "C^Dockles and mussels, al^Aive, alive, o^Dh"