Misc Irish - Molly Malone, аккорды

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From: Wes Jester 
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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)