When the wind blows wild at night past the breakers melancholy,
If you stand in the dark with your ear to the wind, you will hear the sons of Molly
Deep from the dark in the old mine shaft you can smell the smoke and fire,
And the whisper low from the mine below is the voice of Molly Maguire.

I'll tell ya, boys, Jimmy Doyle is my name, and I come from Carbon County.
I shot the boss of the Lansford mine. now my soul is up for bounty;
And I will die with my head held high for I fought for the men below:
Those men who toil and slave and die down in a black hellhole.

I'll tell ya, boys, Eddie Kelly is my name, and I'm hangin' in the mornin'.
I shot Jack Jones for skinnin' my bones. how I hated the sound of his warnings!
And I will die with my head held high for I fought for the men below:
Those men who toil and slave and die down in a black hellhole.

I'll tell ya, boys, Alec Campbell is my name and no pistol did I fire,
But I will fall from the gallows wall just for bein' a Molly Maguire;
And I will die with my head held high, for I fought for the men below:
Those men who toil and slave and die down in a black hellhole.

When the wind blows wild at night past the breakers melancholy,
If you stand in the dark with your ear to the wind, you will hear the sons of Molly.
Deep from the dark in the old mine shaft, you can smell the smoke and fire,
And the whispers low from the mine below is the ghosts of the Molly Maguires
'Tis the ghost of Molly Maguire.
It's the voice of Molly Maguire.


Note: I am told a guy from Philly (PA - USA) wrote this song. I heard it performed by a "Celtic rock" band from there. I altered it a bit and sing it "a cappella" myself. It seems to match the events of the "day of the rope" of a hundred or so years ago in the PA coal region.

It's been near the front of my cluttered mind, as I have been overhearing tactical discussions of bentback coal miners in a Kentucky pain clinic lobby about the recent W.Va. mining tragedies.