As well as being known and sung internationally, the popular song 'Cockles and Mussels' has become a sort of unofficial anthem of Dublin city. A statue to her is a familiar landmark at the corner of Grafton and Suffolk Street, Dublin.

This is a street sculpture of Molly Malone on a busy Dublin corner. They say she was a fish merchant by day and of quite a different occupation by night. I, myself , think it is a smear. I like Molly. She is my favorite Dubliner. But the locals still call the sculpture "the tart with the cart."

Gan Údar I mBaile Athá Cliath, Ní fhaca mé riamh, Aon chailín níos sciamhaí ná Mol Ní Mhaoileoin, Ag stiúradh a barra, gach áit ins a chathair, Le ruacain is sliogáin, is iad go breá beo! curfá: Is iad go breá beo, is iad go breá beo, Le ruacain is sliogáin, is iad go breá beo. Ba mhangaire éisc í, an cheird di ab éasca, Ós amhlaidh dá muintir ó chianta fadó, Ag stiúradh a mbarra, gach áit ins a chathair, Le ruacain is sliogáin, is iad go breá beo! Is iad go breá beo, is iad go breá beo, Le ruacain is sliogáin, is iad go breá beo. Ach mo chreach is mo dhiacair, fuair Mol bocht an fiabhras, Agus b'in i an chríoch bhí le Mol Ní Mhaoiloin, Ach tá taibhse sa chathair, ag stiúradh a barra, Le ruacain is sliogáin, is iad go breá beo! Is iad go breá beo, is iad go breá beo, Le ruacain is sliogáin, is iad go breá beo.

Traditional In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty, I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone, As she steered her wheel-barrow, Through streets broad and narrow, Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O! chorus Alive, alive-O! alive, alive-O! Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O! She was a fish-monger, but 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-O! Alive, alive-O! alive, alive-O! Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O! 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, Through streets broad and narrow, Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O! Alive, alive-O! alive, alive-O! Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O!