Ploughing a Troll
There once was a farmer from old Flotsam town
Who was tired of sowing his seeds on the ground
He went for a wander and walked till the dawn
Till a wanton old she troll he stumbled upon
And a hey-ho he's ploughing a troll!
The gods only know how the key fits the hole
Around in the stinking great den they did roll
And a hey-ho he's ploughing a troll!
The farmer he knew it was love at first sight
They ploughed through the morning and into the night
With teeth rotten black and a rank leather hide
This hideous creature his bestial bride
And a hey-ho he's ploughing a troll!
The gods only know how the key fits the hole
A cavernous cave for his puny old pole
And a hey-ho he's ploughing a troll!
After time his excitement it started to droop
He groaned at her farts and her cold onion soup
The troll fixed his eye with a scowl made of stone
And when the guards came around all they found were his bones
And a hey-ho he was ploughing a troll!
The gods only know how the key fit the hole
No burial mound and no rest for his soul
Because hey-ho he was ploughing a troll!
And a hey-ho he was ploughing a troll!
The gods only know how the key fit the hole
A dirty auld tale from the bed to the bowl
Because hey-ho he was ploughing a troll!
Ploughing a troll
Who was tired of sowing his seeds on the ground
He went for a wander and walked till the dawn
Till a wanton old she troll he stumbled upon
And a hey-ho he's ploughing a troll!
The gods only know how the key fits the hole
Around in the stinking great den they did roll
And a hey-ho he's ploughing a troll!
The farmer he knew it was love at first sight
They ploughed through the morning and into the night
With teeth rotten black and a rank leather hide
This hideous creature his bestial bride
And a hey-ho he's ploughing a troll!
The gods only know how the key fits the hole
A cavernous cave for his puny old pole
And a hey-ho he's ploughing a troll!
After time his excitement it started to droop
He groaned at her farts and her cold onion soup
The troll fixed his eye with a scowl made of stone
And when the guards came around all they found were his bones
And a hey-ho he was ploughing a troll!
The gods only know how the key fit the hole
No burial mound and no rest for his soul
Because hey-ho he was ploughing a troll!
And a hey-ho he was ploughing a troll!
The gods only know how the key fit the hole
A dirty auld tale from the bed to the bowl
Because hey-ho he was ploughing a troll!
Ploughing a troll
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Writer(s): Gavin Dunne
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