| Make way for the Molly Maguires
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| They’re drinkers, they’re liars, but they’re men
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| Make way for the Molly Maguires
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| You’ll never see the likes of them again
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| Down the mines no sunlight shines
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| Those pits they’re black as hell
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| In modest style they do their time
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| It’s Paddy’s prison cell
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| And they curse the day they traveled far
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| And drown their tears with a jar
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| Make way for the Molly Maguires
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| They’re drinkers, they’re liars, but they’re men
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| Make way for the Molly Maguires
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| You’ll never see the likes of them again
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| Back will break and muscles ache
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| Down there there’s no time to dream
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| Of fields and farms, a woman’s arms
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| Just dig that bloody seam
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| Though they drain their bodies underground
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| Who’ll dare to push them around
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| Make way for the Molly Maguires
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| They’re drinkers, they’re liars, but they’re men
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| Make way for the Molly Maguires
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| You’ll never see the likes of them again
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| So, Make way for the Molly Maguires
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| They’re drinkers, they’re liars, but they’re men
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| Make way for the Molly Maguires
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| You’ll never see the likes of them again |