| ← | The Dubliners | → |
| C | G |
| Make way for the M | olly Maguires, |
| F | G | C | |
| they're dr | inkers, they're l | iars but they're m | en. |
| Make way for the Molly Maguires, |
| you'll never see the likes of them again. E |
| a | C |
| Down the mines no s | unlight shines, |
| a | |
| those pits they're as black as h | ell. |
| C | F | |
| In m | ud and slime they d | o their time, |
| C | G | C | |
| it's P | addy's pr | ison c | ell. |
| a | e | |
| And they c | urse the day they tr | avelled far, |
| F | G | |
| and dr | own their tears with a j | ar. So.... |
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| a | C |
| Backs will break and m | uscles ache, |
| a | |
| down there there's no time to dr | eam |
| C | F | |
| of f | ields, a farm, a w | oman's arm, |
| C | G | C | |
| just d | ig that bl | oody s | eam. |
| a | e | |
| Though they dr | ain their bodies u | nder ground, |
| F | G | |
| who'll d | are to push them ar | ound. So... |
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