In[C] Dublin's fair city, where the[G] girls are so pretty,
I[C] first set my eyes on sweet[G] Mollie Malone.
As she[C] wheeled her wheel-barrow, through the[G] streets broad and narrow
Crying[C] 'Cockles and Mussels,[G] alive, alive,[C] oh'.
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'Alive,[C] alive, oh,[G] alive, alive, oh,
Crying[C] 'Cockles and Mussels,
[G]Alive, alive,[C] oh.
She was a fishmonger,
But sure t'was no wonder,
For so were her father and mother before.
And they both wheeled their barrow,
Through the streets wide and narrow,
Crying 'Cockles and Mussels, alive, alive, oh'.
She died of a fever,
And no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Mollie Malone.
Now her ghost wheels her barrow,
Through the streets broad and narrow,
Crying 'Cockles and Mussels, alive, alive, oh'.
