Rare Traditional English Folk Songs

Oh, 'tis of a jolly mollier, in Grimsby town did dwell,
He roved o'er hill and dale, me boys,  his mollyin' for to sell,
He came upon a fair young lass, with cludges by the score,
Though he mollied 'em then and there, me boys,
She said: "I've plenty more",
Oh, he mollied 'em then and there, me boys,
She said: "I've plenty more".

"Oh more", cried out the mollier lad, "would surely wear me out",
"Me mollyin' fork would wither, and me teeth they would fall out",
She said: "Go back to Grimsby then, you lazy idle sod",
So he saddled up his trusty mare,
And went home to his cod,
Oh, he saddled up his trusty mare,
And went home to his cod.

The moral of this tale, me boys, is plain enough to see,
Never flaunt your mollyin' fork, or molly a cludge for free,
A fisherman by day, he was, a mollier by night,
But the sight of all them cludges,
Would give anyone a fright,
Oh, the sight of all them cludges,
Would give anyone a fright.