The Irish Rovers — Lament for the Molly Maguires

Sucking up the coal dust into your lungs Underneath the hills where there is no sun Trying to make a living on a dollar a day Digging coal in Pennsylvaniay We left old Ireland, we left our homes Across the ocean, we had to roam With five sons and a scrawny wife Trying to make some kind of a life Sucking up the coal dust into your lungs Underneath the hills where there is no sun Trying to make a living on a dollar a day Digging coal in Pennsylvaniay But the Welsh and the English, the Germans, the Dutch Control the mines, they didn't leave much A tar-paper shanty, no Irish apply The Mollies started blowing all the mines sky-high Sucking up the coal dust into your lungs Underneath the hills where there is no sun Trying to make a living on a dollar a day Digging coal in Pennsylvaniay A straw boss shot, and owner disappears Many's a Welshman lost his ears Company store burned to the ground The Molly Maguires are spreading all around Sucking up the coal dust into your lungs Underneath the hills where there is no sun Trying to make a living on a dollar a day Digging coal in Pennsylvaniay Black Jack Kehoe looked after his pack Even honest Irish that wouldn't fight back Checking his boys, put beer in their souls The Molly Maguires are controlling the coal Sucking up the coal dust into your lungs Underneath the hills where there is no sun Trying to make a living on a dollar a day Digging coal in Pennsylvaniay But terror ends as it had begun James McParland, he ended their run He left as a Molly, and he brought their fate After many years he ended the hate Sucking up the coal dust into your lungs Underneath the hills where there is no sun Trying to make a living on a dollar a day Digging coal in Pennsylvaniay