'Why art thou walking abroad alone? The stars are shining, the day is done,' O then her tears they began to flow; For a dark eyed sailor, For a dark eyed sailor Had filled her heart with woe. 3 'Three years are pass'd since he left this land, A ring of gold he took off my hand, He broke the token, a half to keep, Half he bade me treasure, Half he bade me treasure, Then crossed the briny deep.' 4 'O drive him damsel from out your mind, For men are changeful as is the wind, And love, inconstant will quickly grow Cold as winter morning Cold as winter morning When lands are white with snow.' 5 'Above the snow is the holly seen, In bitter blast it abideth green, And blood-red drops it as berries bears So my aching bosom, So my aching bosom, Its truth and sorrow wears.' 6 Then half the ring did the sailor show, Away with weeping and sorrow now! 'In bands of marriage united we Like the broken Token Like the broken Token In one shall welded be.' No. 45 THE MOLE-CATCHER. C.J.S. [Music] 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. [Footnote 11: May be omitted in singing.] No. 46 THE KEENLY LODE C.J.S. [Music]