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...
