The Molly McGuire's

Though they drain their bodies underground
Who’d dare to push them around?
Make way for the Molly McGuires
They’re drinkers they’re liars but they’re men
Make way for the Molly McGuires
You’ll never see the likes of them again
Down the mines no sunlight shines
Those pits they’re black as hell
In mud and slime they do their time
Its paddy’s prison cell
And they curse the day they travelled far
And drown their tears in a jar
Backs will break and muscles ache
Down there there’s no time to dream
Of fields and farms a woman’s arms
Just dig that bloody seam
Though they drain their bodies underground
Who’d dare to push them around