University of Glamorgan
Gaelic Football Club

Now she was a fishmonger
And sure twas no wonder
For so were her mother
Ad father before
And they each
Wheeled their barrows
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying,
Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh

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 oh