The Molly Maguires as performed by the Dubliners
M[F]ake way for the Mo[C]lly Maguires,
they're dr[Bb]inkers, they're liars, but they're man.[F]
[F]Make way for the M[C]olly Maguires,
you'll n[Bb]ever see the li[C]kes of them aga[F]in.
[Dm]Down the mines no su[F]nlight shines, those pits they're black a[Dm]s hell;
in mod[F]est style they [Bb]do their time, it's Pa[F]ddy's pri[C]son ce[F]ll;
and they c[Dm]urse the day they tr[Am]avelled far and d[Bb]own their tears with a j[C]ar.
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...
M[F]ake way for the Mo[C]lly Maguires,
they're dr[Bb]inkers, they're liars, but they're man.[F]
[F]Make way for the M[C]olly Maguires,
you'll n[Bb]ever see the li[C]kes of them aga[F]in.
[Dm]Down the mines no su[F]nlight shines, those pits they're black a[Dm]s hell;
in mod[F]est style they [Bb]do their time, it's Pa[F]ddy's pri[C]son ce[F]ll;
and they c[Dm]urse the day they tr[Am]avelled far and d[Bb]own their tears with a j[C]ar.
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...