Cockles And Mussels

cockles and mussels D Bm Em A in dublin’s fair city , where the girls are so pretty D Bm Em A i first set my eyes on sweet molly malone D Bm as she wheeled her wheel - barrow Em A through streets broad and narrow D Bm A D crying cockles and mussels , alive , alive - o! D Bm Em A alive , alive - o! alive , alive - o! D Bm A D crying cockles and mussels , alive , alive - o! she was a fish - monger , 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 - o! alive , alive - o! alive , alive - o! crying cockles and mussels , alive , alive - o! she died of a fever , and no one could save her and that was the end of sweet molly malone but her ghost wheels her barrow through streets broad and narrow crying cockles and mussels , alive , alive - o! alive , alive - o! alive , alive - o! crying cockles and mussels , alive , alive - o!