‘the man’s wife Mollie McGuire”
Oh boy.
Gotta call my great uncle Jack...
Oh that’s right, they hung him.
5.56mm
Backs will break and muscles ache,
Down there there’s no time to dream,
Of fields and farms, of womans arms,
Just dig that bloody seam,
Though they drain their bodies underground,
Who’ll dare to push them around
The Molly McGuires - by the Dubliners
The scabs and company thugs killed my great uncle and dynamited my grandpa’s house. They put my uncle in jail and ran my father out of town. In turn my kin burned their tipples and derailed their trains. It was a vicious era. No one won