Molly Maguires
| Bill Martin, Phil Coulter |
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| 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 travelled far Then drown their tears with a jar So 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 Backs will break and muscles ache Down there there's no time to dream Of fields and farms, of womans arms Just dig that bloody seam Though they drain their bodies underground Who'll dare to push them around So 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 So 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 This page has been viewed 3695 times � Phil Coulter |
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