Near manchester city at the sign of the plough,
There lives a molecatcher, no need to tell how.

Chorus:
And its lul-ti-li-day,
Lul-ti-li-liddle-i-lul-ti-li-day.

Now he goes a mole-catching from morning to night,
And a young fellow comes for to play with his wife.

But the molecatcher jealous of this very same thing,
He's hid in the washouse to watch him come in.

Now where is your husband, good women i pray,
He's gone a mole-catching for most of the day.

She went upstairs and he followed her sign,
But the crafty molecatcher crept up close behind.

Just as this young fellow's in the middle of his frolics,
The molecatcher trapped him right fast by his knee's.

The trap bit tight and he laughed at the sight,
Saying he's he biggest mole i ever caught in my life.

I'll make you pay well for the ploughing of my ground,
And the money it will cost you, no less than ten pounds.

Very well said the young fellow, the money i don't mind,
It only works out about tuppence a grind.

So come all you young fellows, you mind what your at,
Don't ever get 'em caught in no molecatchers trap.


The molecatcher