Rare Traditional English Folk Songs

A bold apprentice mollier boy in Cleethorpes town did dwell,
They say he was no stranger to the inside of a cell,
Some say he was too daring, some say he was too bold,
For he mollied in the daytime, and he mollied in the road.

(chorus)
A-raddle dow daddock,
A-raddle dow daddock,
A-raddle dow daddock,
A-raddle dow door.

That bold apprentice mollier boy did overstep his mark,
When one fine summer's morn he was caught mollying in the park,
They took away his mollying fork which caused him dreadful pain,
And he must have learned a lot for he was never caught again.

(chorus)
A-raddle dow daddock,
A-raddle dow daddock,
A-raddle dow daddock,
A-raddle dow door.

So nibble away young mollier lads, but do it in the dark,
And tightly grip your mollying forks, especially in the park,
For if you get too careless boys, you'll find you're out of luck,
So you must conceal your nibbling string or else it might get took.

(chorus)
A-raddle dow daddock,
A-raddle dow daddock,
A-raddle dow daddock,
A-raddle dow door.