Molly Malone
Traditional Ireland
In (C) Dublin's fair city, where the (G) girls are so pretty
I (C) first set my eyes on sweet (G) Molly Malone
As she (C) wheeled her wheelbarrow through (G) streets broad and narrow
Crying (C) cockles and mussels (G) alive a-live (C) O!
A-live a-live O! A-(G)live a-live O!
Crying (C) cockles and mussels a(G)live a-live (C) O!
She was a fishmonger and (G) sure it was no wonder
For her (C) father and mother were (G) fishmongers too
And they (C) wheeled their wheelbarrows through (G) streets broad and narrow
Crying (C) cockles and mussels alive a-(G)live (C) O!
A-live a-live O! A-(G)live a-live O!
Crying (C) cockles and mussels a(G)live a-live (C) O!
She (C) died of a fever and (G) no one could save her
And (C) that was the end of sweet (G) Molly Malone
Now her (C) ghost wheels her barrow through (G) streets broad and narrow
Crying (C) cockles and mussels (G) alive a-live (C) O!
A-live a-live O! A-(G)live a-live O!
Crying (C) cockles and mussels a(G)live a-live (C) O!
A-live a-live O! A-(G)live a-live O!
Crying (C) cockles and mussels a(G)live a-live (C) O!