Make way for the Molly Maguires They're drinkers, they're liars, but they're men 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 drown their tears with a jar
Make way for the Molly Maguires They're drinkers, they're liars, but they're men Make way for the Molly Maguires You'll never see the likes of them again
Backs will break and the muscles ache Down there there's four times to three 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.