Troll And Tom lyrics

Artist  : Hin Onde 
Song : Troll And Tom



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Troll Sat Alone on His Seat of Stone,

And
Munched And Mumbled A Bare Old Bone;

For
Many A Year He Had Gnawed It Near,

For Meat
Was Hard To Come By.

Done By! Gum By!



Up Came Tom With His Big Boots on.

Said He To Troll: "Pray, What Is yon?

For It Looks Like The Shin o' My Nuncle
Tim,

As Should Be A-Lyin' In Graveyard.

Caveyard! Paveyard!



"My Lad,"
Said Troll, "This Bone I Stole.

But What Be
Bones That Lie In A Hole?

Thy Nuncle Was
Dead As A Lump o' Lead,

Afore I Found This
Shinbone.

Tinbone! Thinbone!



Said Tom: "I Don't See Why The Likes o'
Thee

Without Axin' Leave Should Go Makin'
Free

With The Shank or The Shin o' My
Father's kin;

So Hand The Old Bone Over!

Rover! Trover!



"For A Couple o'
Pins," Says Troll, And Grins,

"I'll Eat
Thee Too, And Gnaw Thy Shins.

A Bit o'
Fresh Meat Will Go Down Sweet!

I'll Try My
Teeth on Thee Now."

Hee Now! See Now!

But Just As He Thought His Dinner Was
Caught,

He Found His Hands Had Hold of
Naught.

Before He Could Mind, Tom Slipped
Behind

And Gave Him The Boot To Larn
Him.

But Harder Than Stone Are The Flesh
And Bone

Of A Troll That Sitsz In The
Mountains Alone.

As Well Set Your Boot To
The Mountain's Root,

For The Seat of A
Troll Don't Feel It.



Tom's Leg Is
Game, Since Home He Came,

And His Bootless
Foot Is Lasting Lame;

But Troll Don't Care,
And He's Still There

With The Bone He Boned
From It's Owner.

Doner! Boner!