Molecatcher Songtext
von Harp and a Monkey

In Manchester City by a pub called The Plough
There lives a molecatcher but I shan′t tell you how
Woe to the day! Woe to the wedding vows!
Woe to the day!
He goes a-molecatching from morning till night
And along comes a neighbour to mess with his wife
Woe to the day! Woe to the wedding vows!
Woe to the day!
Now the molecatcher's wise to the threat of the thing
So he sets up a trap, sees the neighbour go in
Woe to the day! Woe to the wedding vows!
Woe to the day!
Tell me where do you go, my lovely?
Tell me where do you go, my wife?
"Now where is your husband, good woman?" he said
"Well he′s gone out molecatching, he's out of his bed"
Singing woe to the day! Woe to the wedding vows!
Woe to the day!
And just when that neighbour's in the midst of his fun
Well the molecatcher gets him by the tip of the gun


Singing woe to the day! Woe to the wedding vows!
Woe to the day!
Tell me where do you go, my lovely?
Tell me where do you go, my wife?
Tell me where do you go, my lovely?
Tell me where do you go, my wife?
Tell me where do you go, my lovely?
Now he′ll make you pay well for ploughing his ground
And the fine it will be nothin′ less than ten pounds
Woe to the day! Woe to the wedding vows!
Woe to the day!
So listen all you neighbours, take care where you're at
Or you might just get caught up in a molecatcher′s trap
Singing woe to the day! Woe to the wedding vows!
Woe to the day!
Singing woe to the day!
Woe to the wedding vows!
Woe to the day!
Woe to the wedding vows!
Woe to the day!