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Sons Of Molly Lyrics And Chords

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Sons Of Molly lyrics and chords, written by Chuck Rogers of The Irish Balladeers. Guitar chords by Marc Patrick Fahrbach.Michael Doyle is from Carbon County,(The story is set in the coal patches of eastern Pennsylvania).Chuck Rogers is from Scranton. Recorded by the band Blackthorn.

SONS OF MOLLY (Chuck Rogers) 4/4 (Capo on 2nd fret)


(G)When the wind blows (C)wild at (G)night

Past the breaker’s (D)melan(G)choly
If you stand in the dark with your (C)ears to the (G)wind
You can hear the sons of (D)Molly.
(G)Deep in the dark of the (C)old mine (G)shaft

You can smell the smoke and the (D)fire

And the (G)whisper low from the (C)mine be(G)low

Is the ghost of (D)Molly Maguire

 

I'll tell ya boys Mickey Doyle is my name a

And I come from Carbon County
And I shot the boss of the Lansford Mine

Now 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.

 

So 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
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.

 

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

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