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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...
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