(D7) In (G) Dublin's fair city, where the (C) girls are so (D7) pretty,
I (G) first set my eyes on sweet (A7) Molly Mal- (D7) -one,
As she (G) wheeled her wheelbarrow, through (C) streets broad and (D) narrow
Crying (G) “Cockles (D7) and(G) mussels, (C) alive, (D7) alive, oh”.
Chorus; (D7) Alive, alive, (G) oh. A (C) live, alive, (D7) oh. Crying (G) “Cockles (D7) and (G) mussels,
(C-G) alive, (D7) alive, (G) oh”.
She was a fishmonger, but sure ‘twas no wonder,
For so were her mother and father before,
And they each wheeled their barrows, through streets broad and narrow,
Crying “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh.
Chorus
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”.
Chorus
I (G) first set my eyes on sweet (A7) Molly Mal- (D7) -one,
As she (G) wheeled her wheelbarrow, through (C) streets broad and (D) narrow
Crying (G) “Cockles (D7) and(G) mussels, (C) alive, (D7) alive, oh”.
Chorus; (D7) Alive, alive, (G) oh. A (C) live, alive, (D7) oh. Crying (G) “Cockles (D7) and (G) mussels,
(C-G) alive, (D7) alive, (G) oh”.
She was a fishmonger, but sure ‘twas no wonder,
For so were her mother and father before,
And they each wheeled their barrows, through streets broad and narrow,
Crying “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh.
Chorus
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”.
Chorus
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