Blackthorn Sons Of Molly
When the wind blows wild at night
Past the breaker’s melancholy
If you stand in the dark with your ears to
the wind
You can hear the sons of Molly.
Deep in the dark of the old mine shaft
You can smell the smoke and the fire
And the whisper low from the mine below
Is the ghost of Molly Maguire
I'll tell ya boys Mickey Doyle is my name a
And I come from Cavan County
And I shot the boss of the Lansford Mine
And my soul is up for bounty
But I will die with my head held high
For I fought for the men below
Those men who slave and sweat and die
Down in a black hell hole.
I'll tell ya boys Edward Kelly is my name
And I'm hanging in the morning
For I shot Jack Jones for skinning my bones
How I curse the sound of mourning
But I will die with my held held high
For I fought for the men below
Those men who slave and sweat and die
Down in a black hell hole.
So I'll tell ya boys Alex Campbell is my name
And no pistol did I fire
But I will fall from the gallows wall
Just for being a Molly Maguire
And I will die with my held held high
For I fought for the men below
Those men who slave and sweat and die
Down in a black hell hole
