In D Dublin's fair Bm city, where the Em girls are so A pretty,
I D first set my F#m eyes on sweet Em Molly Ma Alone
As D she wheeled her wheel-Bmbarrow
Through Em streets broad and A narrow
Crying D cockles and F#m mussels, aA live, alive-D O!
ADlive, alive-BmO! a Em live, alive-A O!
Crying D cockles and F#m mussels, a Alive, alive- D O!
She D was a fish-Bmmonger, but Em sure 'twas no A wonder
For D so were her F#m father and Em mother be Afore
And they D each wheeled their Bm barrow
Through Em streets broad and A narrow
Crying D cockles and F#m mussels, aAlive, A7 alive-D O!
ADlive, alive-BmO! a Em live, alive-A O!
Crying D cockles and F#m mussels, a Alive, alive- D O!
She D died of a Bm fever, and Em no one could A save her
And D that was the F#m end of sweet Em Molly Ma Alone
But her D ghost wheels her Bm barrow
Through Em streets broad and A narrow
Crying D cockles and F#m mussels, a Alive, alive- D O!
ADlive, alive-BmO! a Em live, alive-A O!
Crying D cockles and F#m mussels, a Alive, alive- D O!