Maggie Malone

In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty
I first set me eyes on sweet Molly Malone
She'd wheel her wheelbarrow, through the streets broad and narrow
Singing, "Cockles and mussels, alive alive-o"
Alive alive-o, alive alive-o
Singing, "Cockles and mussels, alive alive-o"

I've come to tell the story of me gal from County Clare
Hard by the River Shannon, a true fishmonger there
From Dulin up to Boston she'd gladly ply her wares
And bring a smile to every face, me gal from County Clare

Her name is Meg Maloney, but some swear her name is Kate
No matter what you call her, she never answers late
And if you call her Maggie, she'll sit up on your knee
She spreads her cheer where e'er she goes, from river down to sea

So raise a glass and drink a toast to our dear Peg Malone
A brighter gal you'll never meet where ever you may roam
And if you are so lucky to make the gal your own
You'll thank what's right with all your might that you met Peg Malone

And if you go to Dublin, they call her Molly there
And sing a sad, sad ballad about our gal from County Clare
Take care you don't fall victim, for Peg's alive and well
She's never wheeled a barrow but her skin is soft, do tell

Sometimes she goes to Galway to set up business there
And blokes'll come from miles around to sample all her fare
Sure Peggy's a fish monger, and for a modest fee
You'll get to test the very best from sea to shining sea

So raise a glass and drink a toast to our dear Peg Malone
A brighter gal you'll never meet where ever you may roam
And if you are so lucky to make the gal your own
You'll thank what's right with all your might that you met Peg Malone

I've followed Peg cross field and town but never won the race
When I asked her to marry me she laughed right in me face
She said that she'd consider it when her working days are through
I'll bide me time and wait in line for what else can I do?

Tis goals make life worth living, and mine are clearly plain
To sing the charms of Meg Malone and adding to her fame
Sure she's a force of Nature, just like the Great North Sea
She'll steal yer heart, before ye start look what she's done to me

So raise a glass and drink a toast to our dear Peg Malone
A brighter gal you'll never meet where ever you may roam
And if you are so lucky to make the gal your own
You'll thank what's right with all your might that you met Peg Malone

I've come to tell the story of me gal from County Clare
Hard by the River Shannon, a true fishmonger there
From Dulin up to Boston she'd gladly ply her wares
And bring a smile to every face, me gal from County Clare

Her name is Meg Maloney, but some swear her name is Kate
No matter what you call her, she never answers late
And if you call her Maggie, she'll sit up on your knee
She spreads her cheer where e'er she goes, from river down to sea

So raise a glass and drink a toast to our dear Peg Malone
A brighter gal you'll never meet where ever you may roam
And if you are so lucky to make the gal your own
You'll thank what's right with all your might that you met Peg Malone