In (C) Dublin`s fair city, where (G) girls are so pretty,

I (C) first set my eyes on sweet (G)Molly Malone,

As she (C) wheeled her wheel-barrow

Through the (G) streets small and narrow,

Crying: (C) Cockles and mussels, a(G)live, a(G7)live, (C) oh.

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(C) Alive, alive, oh, a(G)live, alive, oh,

Crying : (C) Cockles and mussels, a(G)live, a(G7)live, (C) oh.

She (C) was a fishmonger, but (G)sure `twas no wonder,

For (C) so were her father and (G)mother before.

And they (C) each wheeled their barrow

Through the (G) streets small and narrow,

Crying: (C) Cockles and mussels, a(G)live, a(G7)live, (C)oh.

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She (C) died of a fever, and (G) no one could save her,

And (C) that was the end of sweet (G) Molly Malone.

But her (C) ghost wheels her barrow

Through the (G) streets small and narrow,

Crying: (C) Cockles and mussels, a(G)live, a(G7)live, (C)oh.

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