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 mud and slime 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 muscles ache 
Down there, there's no time to dream 
Of fields and farms, of woman’s arms 
Just dig that bloody seam 
Though they drain their bodies underground 
Who'll dare to push them around 

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


(c) Folkaholics