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,
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.
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,
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.