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The Molecatcher (i)

England.
The text and tune of this version is collated from various oral traditions.
MIDI


    In Wellington town at the sign of the plough,
    There lived a molecatcher, shall I tell you how ?

    Chorus:
         Singing too-rel-i-day,
         Fol de lie lad-die lie, lad-die di day

    He'd go a-molecatching from morning to night,
    And a young fellow came for to play with his wife.

    Chorus:
         Singing too-rel-i-day,
         Fol de lie lad-die lie, lad-die di day

    The molecatcher jealous of this very same thing,
    He hid in the washhouse to see him come in.

    Chorus:
         Singing too-rel-i-day,
         Fol de lie lad-die lie, lad-die di day

    He saw the young fellow come over the stile,
    Which caused the molecatcher, so crafty, to smile.

    Chorus:
         Singing too-rel-i-day,
         Fol de lie lad-die lie, lad-die di day

    He knocked on the door and thus he did say,
    Where is your husband, good woman, I pray ?

    Chorus:
         Singing too-rel-i-day,
         Fol de lie lad-die lie, lad-die di day

    He's gone a-molecatching, you need never fear,
    But little did she think the molecatcher was near.

    Chorus:
         Singing too-rel-i-day,
         Fol de lie lad-die lie, lad-die di day

    She went up the stairs and gave him the sign,
    And the molecatcher followed them quickly behind.

    Chorus:
         Singing too-rel-i-day,
         Fol de lie lad-die lie, lad-die di day

    And while the young fellow was up to his frolics,
    The molecatcher caught him quite fast by the elbow. *

    Chorus:
         Singing too-rel-i-day,
         Fol de lie lad-die lie, lad-die di day

    The trap it squeezed tighter, which caused him to smile,
    Saying, Here's the best mole that I've caught in a while.

    Chorus:
         Singing too-rel-i-day,
         Fol de lie lad-die lie, lad-die di day

    I'll make you pay dearly for tilling my ground,
    And the money it'll cop you no less than ten pound.

    Chorus:
         Singing too-rel-i-day,
         Fol de lie lad-die lie, lad-die di day

    Ten pound, says the young fellow, that I don't mind,
    It only works out about twopence a grind.

    Chorus:
         Singing too-rel-i-day,
         Fol de lie lad-die lie, lad-die di day

    So come all you young fellows and mind what you're at,
    And don't get 'em caught in the molecatcher's trap.

    Chorus:
         Singing too-rel-i-day,
         Fol de lie lad-die lie, lad-die di day



         *   Yes, I know it doesn't rhyme. But, in a live
             performance, it's funnier this way - trust me !