'Molly Malone' by Misc Irish - Guitar Tutorial

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                                     Molly Malone
                                (In Dublins fair city)
                                                     САРО  none 


          G                Em              Am
          In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty
            G            E7            A7     D7
          I first set my eyes on sweet Molloy Malone
              G                      Em                        D7
          She wheeled a wheelbarrow, through streets broad and narrow
                  G           D-       Am Em    D   G
          Crying: Cockles and Mussels, Alive, Alive О

                   G            Em
          Chorus:  Alive, alive О
                      Am        D7
                   Alive, alive О
                           G           D-
                   Crying, cockles and Mussels
                   Am  Em    D7 G 
                   Alive, alive О

          She was a fishmonger, and sure twas no wonder
          For so were her Father and Mother before
          And they all wheeled their barrows,
          Through streets broad and narrow
          Crying: Cockles and Mussels, Alive, alive О

          (chorus)

          She died of a faver, and no one to grieve 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 О

          (chorus)