From: George Korson, Minstrels of the Mine Patch: Songs and Stories of the Anthracite Industry (1938; Folklore Associates, 1964, pp. 255-257; without music). Original spellings retained.

PAT DOLAN

Pat Dolan, it's my Christian name,
Yes, and my surname too, sir;
An' oft you've listened to me sthrane,
I'll tell you somethin' new, sir!
In Cavan-town, where we sat down,
Our Irish hearts to inspire,
There's bould recruits an' undaunted youths,
An' they'r led by Mollie Maguire!

CHORUS
With my riggadum du, an' to hell wid the crew
Wouldn't help to free our nation;
When I look back, I count 'em slack,
Wouldn't join our combination!

Said Mollie to her darlin' sons,
"What tyrant shall be tumble?
That filthy tribe we can't abide,
They rob both meek and humble;
There is one Bell, a child of hell,
An' a magistrate in station,
Let lots be drew an' see which av you
Will tumble him to damnation!"

The lot's now cast, the sentence passed,
I scorn to tell a lie, sir!
I got my chance, it wur no blank;
I wur glad to win the prize, sir!
To swate Bill Cooney's I did repair,
To meet the parson, Bell, sir!
At his brain I took me aim,
Sayin', "Come down, ye fin' o' hell, sir!"

Those Orangemen, they gathered then,
An' swore they'd kill us all, sir,
For their frien' Bell, who lately fell,
An' got a terrible fall, sir!
But Mollie's sons, wid swords an' guns,
Wid pikes--pitchforks--glancin',
Those bold recruits an' undaunted youths,
Stepped into the field just prancin'.

Those Orangemen, they all stood then,
To fight they thought it a folly;
They'd rather run an' save their lives,
An' leave the field to Mollie!
Altho' I'm in a foreign land,
For the cause I'll ne'er retire,
May heaven smile on every chil'
That belongs to Mollie Maguire!

One night as I lay upon me bed,
I heard a terrible rattle;
Who wur it but Bell, come back from hell,
To fight another battle!
Then at his brain I took me aim--
He vanished off in fire--
An' as he went the air he rent
Sayin', "I'm conquered by Mollie Maguire!"

Now I'm in America
An' that's a free nation!
I generally sit an' take my sip
Far from a police station!
Four dollars a day--it's not bad pay--
An' the boss he likes me well, sir!
But little he knows that I'm the man
That shot that fin' o' hell, sir!

CHORUS
Wid me riggadum du, an' to hell wid the crew,
Wouldn't fight to free our nation,
When I look back I count 'em slack--
Wouldn't join our combination!

Other songs in the "Molly Maguires" chapter (pp. 257-268) are:

Jimmy Kerrigan's Confession ("You know I am that squealer they talk so musch about")
Doyle's Pastime on St. Patrick's Day ("It was early on this morning")
Michael J. Doyle ("Mount Laffee, oh my happy home! Of thee I love to sing")
The Doom of Campbell, Kelly and Doyle ("Kind-hearted Christians, I pray you give attention")
Hugh McGeehan ("Come all ye true-born Irishmen wherever you may be")
Thomas Duffy ("Come all ye true-born Irishmen, wherever you may be")
Muff Lawler, the Squealer ("When Muff Lawler was in jail bad did he feel"; with music)

~Masato