Molly Malone --- (according to Allan Sherman)
In [G]Dublin’s
fair [Em]city, where [C]girls
are so [D7]pretty,
‘Twas [G]there
that I [Em]first met sweet [C]Molly
Ma-[D7]lone
She [G]was
a fish [Em]monger, and [C]sure
‘twas no [D7]wonder,
In a [G]family
of [Em]fish mongers [C]Molly
had [D7]grown
(and grown, and grown).
She [G]wheels
her wheel-[Em]barrow through [C]streets
that are [D7]narrow,
Her [G]barrow
is [Em]narrow, her [C]hips
are too [G]wide.
So where-[G]ever
she [Em]wheels it, the [C]neighbourhood
[D7]feels it.
Her [G]girdle
keeps [Em]scraping the [C]homes
on each [D7]side.
In [G]Dublin’s
fair [Em]city, where [C]girls
are so [D7]pretty,
My [G]Molly
stands [Em]out ‘cause she [C]weighs
eighteen [D7]stone.
(that’s 252 pounds)
I [G]don’t
mind her [Em]fat but -- it’s [C]not
only [D7]that but --
She’s [G]cockeyed
and [Em]muscle-bound, [C]Molly
Ma-[D7]lone!