Make way for the Maldi -McGuires They're drinkers,
they're liars, but they're men
Make way for the Maldi -McGuires You'll
never see the legs of them again
Round the mines, the sunlight shines
Those pits, they're as black as hell
In modest style, they do their time
T 'was Paddy's prison cell
And drowned their tears where the jars
Go! They wait for the Molly MacQuires
Their drinkers, their liars,
They wait for the Molly MacQuires
You'll never see the legs of
Backs will break and muscles ache
Down where there's no time to dream
Of fields and farms and women's arms
Who will dare to push them around?
So make way for the Polly Macliers
The drinkers, the liars, but they're men
Make way for the Molly MacQuires
You'll never see the likes of them again
Make way for the Molly MacQuires
They're drinkers, they're liars,
Make way for the Molly MacQuires
You'll never see the likes of them again
