No 45 THE MOLE-CATCHER.

1 A mole-catcher am I, and that is my trade, I potters about wi' my spunt and my spade, On a moon-shiny night, O! 'tis my delight, A-catching o' moles. 2 The traps that I set for the mole in his run, There's never a night, sirs, but I catches one. On a moon-shiny night, O! 'tis my delight, A-catching o' moles. 3 Along of the lanes as by night-time I go, There's things that I see, as the folks don't know, On a moon-shiny night, &c. 4 There's frolic and lark in the field and the park, For others than moles will be out in the dark, On a moon-shiny night, &c. 5 The maiden by day that's too modest to speak Is gadding abroad, by the night all the week, On a moon-shiny night, &c. 6 The 'prentice who should be a lying in bed Is rambling over the meadows instead, On a moon-shiny night, &c. 7[11] I light on the poacher wi' sniggle and snare, But that I'll not peach he is surely aware, On a moon-shiny night, &c. 8 The doctor and lawyer as drunk as a dog, Are wallowing into a ditch or a bog, On a moon-shiny night, &c. 9 There's many a sight; and there's many a sound Wot maketh me laugh as I'm making my round, On a moon-shiny night, &c. 10 But nothing I sez for I'm mum as a bell, You certainly know that no tales will I tell, On a moon-shiny night, O! 'tis my delight, A-catching o' moles Not human souls.