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T:Manchester Molecatcher, The
R:Folk Song
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O:England
A:Lancashire
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B:Folk Songs Of Lancashire
N:Mike Harding
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The Manchester Molecatcher


In Manchester City at the sign of the Bell,
Lord till I day sing Lord till I day,
There lived a molecatcher, I knew him right well,
Lord till I riddle I Lord till I day.

He'd go a molecatching from morning to night
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And a young fellow came for to play with his wife
Lord till I riddle I Lord 'till I day.

Now the molecatcher's jealous of the very same thing,
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So he hid in the wash house to watch him come in
Lord till I riddle I Lord 'till I day.

Now as this young feller jumped over the stile
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It caused the molecatcher so foxy to smile
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He knocked on the door as this he did say...
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"Where is your husband good woman I pray?".
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"Oh he's gone molecatchin' you needn't to fear . "
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But little did she know that her husband was near.
Lord till I riddle I Lord 'till I day.

For she ran up stairs and he followed at her sign .
Lord till I day sing Lord till I day
And the crafty molecatcher crept right up behind .
Lord till I riddle I Lord 'till I day.

Now while this young feller's in the midst of his frolics . .
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The molecatcher traps him right close by his bollicks . .
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As the trap it squeezed tighter, the molecatcher smiled,
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Sayin', "Here's the best mole that I've caught in a while .
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"I'll make you pay well lad for ploughin' me ground...
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"And the brass it'll cost you no less than ten pound .
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"Well", said the young feller, "the brass I don't mind" .
Lord till I day sing Lord till-I day
"For it only works out about tuppence a grind . .
Lord till I riddle I Lord 'till I day.