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| toon = A
| toon = A
| maat = 2/4
| maat = 2/4
| genre = spiritual
| genre = folk
| copy = 0
| copy = 0
| taal = EN
| nivo = 1
| chords = A E7
| lyrics =  
| lyrics =  
In {{A}}Dublin's fair city, where the {{E7}}girls are so pretty,
In {{A}}Dublin's fair city, where the {{E7}}girls are so pretty,
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As she {{A}}wheeled her wheel-barrow, through {{E7}}streets broad and narrow,
As she {{A}}wheeled her wheel-barrow, through {{E7}}streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "{{A}}Cockles and mussels, alive, a{{E7}}live, {{A}}oh!"  
Crying, "{{A}}Cockles and mussels, alive, a{{E7}}live, {{A}}oh!"  
 
     {{E7}}"A{{A}}live, alive, oh,
     {{E7}} "A{{A}}live, alive, oh,
     {{E7}}Alive, alive, oh",
     {{E7}}Alive, alive, oh",
     Crying {{A}}"Cockles and mussels, alive, a{{E7}}live, {{A}}oh".
     Crying {{A}}"Cockles and mussels, alive, a{{E7}}live, {{A}}oh".


She was a fishmonger, but sure 'twas no wonder,
She was a fishmonger, but sure 't was no wonder,
For so were her father and mother before.
For so were her father and mother before.
And they each wheeled their barrow, through streets broad and narrow,
And they each wheeled their barrow, through streets broad and narrow,

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In Dublins fair city
Genre folk
Taal EN
Maatsoort 2/4
Toonsoort A
Niveau 1
Akkoorden A E7
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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, aE7live, Aoh!"
    E7"AAlive, alive, oh,
    E7Alive, alive, oh",
    Crying A"Cockles and mussels, alive, aE7live, Aoh".

She was a fishmonger, but sure 't was 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!"