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've traveled so far Then drown their tears with a jar So 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 So