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