The Mollies

My father came to New York in the year of '69

From Nitta, Pennsylvania, to help him dig the mine

The story wasn't pretty, the miners in the fire

The only ones to help him were the old Molly Maguires

Next morning, down the worksite, they caused a little stir

The Mollies, they had set the charge to blast away the earth

They nailed a coffin note onto the doorway of the keep

No more the operators would commit them to the deep

Didlee-i, didlee-i-o, didlee-i

Didlee-i, didlee-i-o, didlee-i

Hear them cry, hear them call, hear them pray

Didlee-i, didlee-i-o, didlee-i

The Pinkertons, they'd round them up, betrayed them to the man

For all the sons of Erin, they did not give a damn

They charged them all with murder, the twenty that were seen

The Mollies, they were charged with the wearing of the green

Didlee-i, didlee-i-o, didlee-i

Didlee-i, didlee-i-o, didlee-i

Hear them cry, hear them call, hear them pray

Didlee-i, didlee-i-o, didlee-i

Yo!

Set the charge!

Clear the mine, me boys!

Let 'em have a go!

And here we go!

The Mollies, they were all brought up and sentenced then to die

The owners and the Pinkertons, they watched to hang them high

And to this very day, a faded memory

Is to the Fighting Irish and the days of yet to be

Didlee-i, didlee-i-o, didlee-i

Didlee-i, didlee-i-o, didlee-i

Hear them cry, hear them call, hear them pray

Didlee-i, didlee-i-o, didlee-i