Molly  Malone (CHORDS)


In Dublin's fair city where the girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone;
She wheeled her wheelbarrow through the 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 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-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;
Now 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.

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{G}In Dublin's fair {Em}city where the {Am}girls are so {D7}pretty
I {G}first set my {Em}eyes on sweet {Am}Molly {D7}Malone
{G}She wheeled her {Em}wheelbarrow through the {Am}streets broad and {D7}narrow
Crying, {G}cockles and {Em}mussels, {Am}alive, {D7}alive-{G}o
{G}Alive, alive-{Em}o, {Am}alive, alive-{D7}o
Crying, {G}cockles and {Em}mussels, {Am}alive, {D7}alive-{G}o

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Душа моя, Молли
Автор - Николай Дыбовский


В ирландских кварталах красоток немало,
Но всех их прелестнее Молли Мэлоун.
Она у причала форель продавала,
Вовсю распевала: "Элайв, элайв, о".

Элайв, элайв, о.
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Плечами качала,
Элайв, элайв, о.


Довольно скитаться, решил я остаться
В объятиях ласковой Молли Мэлоун.
Мы вместе гуляли, форель продавали
И тачку толкали, элайв, элайв, о.

Элайв, элайв, о.
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Мы вместе гуляли,
Элайв, элайв, о.


Но голод - не тетка, слегла от чахотки
И к маю преставилась Молли Мэлоун.
Теперь на причале, не зная печали,
Душа ее бродит, элайв, элайв, о.

Элайв, элайв, о.
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Душа моя, Молли,
Элайв, элайв, о.