In Dublins fair city

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In ^ADublin's fair city, where the ^E7girls are so pretty,
I ^Afirst set my eyes on sweet ^E7Molly Malone,
As she ^Awheeled her wheel-barrow, through ^E7streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "^ACockles and mussels, alive, a^E7live, ^Aoh!"

    ^E7 "A^Alive, alive, oh,
    ^E7Alive, alive, oh",
    Crying ^A"Cockles and mussels, alive, a^E7live, ^Aoh".

She was a fishmonger, but sure 'twas no wonder,
For so were her father and mother before.
And they each wheeled their 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.
Now her ghost wheels her barrow, through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"