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Fm _ _
F _ _ _ _
C _ _ .
_ _ _ In _ _ Dublin's fair city, where
G the girls were so pretty,.
I
C first laid my eyes on sweet Molly _
G Malone.
As _
C she wheeled her wheelbarrow through
G the streets broad and narrow,.
crying
C _ cockles and mussels, _ _
G alive,
C _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ alive, alive, oh, _
G alive, alive, oh.
Crying
C cockles and mussels, alive, _
G _
C _ _ _ _ _ .
alive, alive, oh.
She was a fishmonger, and
G sure, it was no wonder,.
for
C so was her father before.
_
G _ _ .
And _ _ they
C all wheeled their barrows through
G the streets broad and narrow,.
_
C crying cockles and mussels, alive, _
G _ _
C _ _ .
alive, _ _ _ _ alive, oh,
G alive, alive, oh.
C Crying cockles and mussels, alive, _
G _
C alive, alive, oh.
_ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ She died of a fever, _ and no
G one could save her,.
and
C that was the end of sweet Molly _
G _ Malone.
_ _ _ .
Now
C her ghost wheels her barrow through the streets
G broad and narrow, _ _ .
_ _ crying
C _ cockles and mussels, alive, alive, alive, oh.
_ _ _
G _ _ _
C _ _ _ _ _ _ .