Lo til I day, lo til I liddle I lotil I day
In Wellington town at the sign of the plough
There lived a molecatcher shall I tell you now
He had a good wife she was buxom and gay
And she and another young farmer would play
Lo til I day, lo til I liddle I lotil I day
The farmer he knocked on her door and did say
Where is your husband good woman I pray
He's out catching moles love you need never fear
But she didn't know the molecatcher was near
Lo til I day, lo til I liddle I lotil I day
He crept up the stairs in the midst of their frolic
The molecatcher caught him tight by the jacket
Said I've been a molecatcher for most of my life
But here's the best mole I ever caught in my life
Lo til I day, lo til I liddle I lotil I day
Well, I'll make you pay dearly for tilling me ground
I'll from your pocket a full twenty pounds
Twenty pounds said the farmer I really don't mind
For it only works out about two-pence a time
Lo til I day, lo til I liddle I lotil I day
