I wish I was a mole in the ground
Yes I wish I was a mole in the ground
If I's a mole in the ground I'd root that mountain down
And I wish I was a mole in the ground

Oh Tippy wants a nine dollar shawl
Yes Tippy wants a nine dollar shawl
When I come o'er the hill with a forty dollar bill
Baby where you been so long

I been in the bend so long
Yes I been in the bend so long
I been in the bend with the rough and rowdy men
Baby where you been so long

Oh I don't like a railroad man
No I don't like a railroad man
If I's a railroad man they'll kill you when he can
Drink up your blood like wine

Oh I wish I was a lizard in the spring
Yes I wish I was a lizard in the spring
If I's a lizard in the spring I'd hear my darlin' sing
And I wish I was a lizard in the spring

Oh Capie let your hair roll down
Capie let your hair roll down
Let your hair roll down and your bangs curl round
Oh Capie let your hair roll down

I wish I was a mole in the ground
Yes I wish I was a mole in the ground
If I's a mole in the ground I'd root that mountain down
And I wish I was a mole in the ground

I wonder who the Bascom of this era is! Bascom Lamar Lunsford, the folklorist and mountain musician, spent all his life tracing thousands of folk songs and archiving them in an attempt to inspire respect for old-timey music. He heard the song above in the early 20s, when it was sung by locals in the western mountains of North Carolina. Dylan fans will appreciate him.

It's told that when he gave lectures on folklore, he wore a white tie and tails to ridicule the formal education structure...

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more;
Men were deceivers ever;
One foot in sea and one on shore,
To one thing constant never;
Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny;
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey nonny, nonny.

Sing no more ditties, sing no mo,
Or dumps so dull and heavy;
The fraud of men was ever so,
Since summer first was leavy.
Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey, nonny, nonny.

- William Shakespeare from Much Ado About Nothing

Finally, a song about men being inconstant, and not women. And to that, I will sigh, in relief!

After Balthasar sang this beautiful song, Don Pedro exclaimed "By my troth, a good song." But Benedick muttered to himself

An he had been a dog that should have howled thus,
they would have hanged him: and I pray God his bad
voice bode no mischief. I had as lief have heard the
night-raven, come what plague could have come after it.

Oh well! :) It is only a matter of time before this 'man' and his 'woman' find their swift wit and exaggerated sense of pride outplayed and birdlimed, and have everyone singing Hey nonny nonny.