In DDublin’s fair city, where the girls are soA7 pretty,
I fiDrst set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,              A 
As she pusheDd her wheel barrow, Through streets broad and narrow,     A7  
Crying cocklDes and musGselsD alive, alivGe,D Oh!  A7   D 

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AlivDe, alive, Oh! Alive, alA7ive, Oh!
Crying cocklDes and musGselsD alive, alivGe,D Oh!  A7   D 

She was a fishmonger, but it sure was no wonder,
For so were her father and mother before,
And they each pushed their wheel-barrow,
Through streets broad 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 Molly Malone;
Her ghost wheels her barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive, Oh!