THE MOLE CATCHER

In Manchester city
by the sign of The Plough
There lived a mole catcher,
I can't tell you how.
Chorus: With his la ti lie diddle,
       and his la ti lie day.

He'd go out mole catching
from morning till night,
And a young fellow would come
for to visit his wife.

Now the mole catcher got jealous
of all the same thing
And he hid under the wash house
to see what did come in.

Now this young fellow
comes climbing over the stile,
And the mole catcher's watching
with a crafty smile.

He knocks at the door and this he does say,
Where is your husband,
good woman, I pray?"

"He's gone out mole catching,
you have nothing to fear."
Little did she know
the old bastard was near.

They went up the stairs
and she gives him the sign,
But the filthy old fellow did creep up behind.

Now just as the young fellow
reached the height of his frolics,
The mole catcher grabs him quite fast
by the ********.

The trap it squeezed tighter,
the mole catcher did smile,
"Here's the best mole
we've caught in a while."

"I'll make you pay well
for ploughing me ground
This little prank will cost you
all of ten pound."

"Oh," says the young fellow,
"Christ gov, I don't mind,
For it only works out at tuppence a grind."

So come all young fellows
and mind what you're at,
Don't ever get yours caught
in a mole catcher's trap.