Molly Maguires

	  		
   F                 C               
  Make way for the Molly Maguires,  
             Bb                                         F 
   they're drinkers, they're liars, but they're man. 
   F                 C               
   Make way for the Molly Maguires,  
           Bb             C              F 
   you'll never see the likes of them again. 

Dm                  F                                        Dm 
Down the mines no sunlight shines, those pits they're black as hell; 
      F              Bb                    F        C     F 
in modest style they do their time, it's Paddy's prison cell; 
          Dm                  Am               Bb                      C 
and they curse the day they travelled far and down their tears with a jar. 

   Make way for the Molly Maguires... 

Backs will break and muscles ache  
down there no time to dream 
of fields afar of a womans arm  
just dig that bloody seam 
though they drain their bodies and their brow  
who dare to push them around. 

   Make way for the Molly Maguires...