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 as 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. So.... + Chorus Backs will break and muscles ache down there there's no time to dream of fields a'far, a woman's arm, just dig that bloody seam. Though they drain their bodies under ground, Who dares to push them around......so