The Molly Maguires as performed by the Dubliners
Make way for the Molly Maguires,
they re drinkers, they re liars, but they re man.
Make way for the Molly Maguires,
you ll never see the likes of them again.
Down the mines no sunlight shines, those pits they re black as hell;
in modest style they do their time, it s Paddy s prison cell;
and they curse the day they travelled far and down their tears with a jar.
Make way for the Molly Maguires...
Backs will break and muscles ache
down there no time to dream
of fields afar of a womans arm
just dig that bloody seam
though they drain their bodies and their brow
who dare to push them around.
Make way for the Molly Maguires...
