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Troll sat alone on his seat of stone, |
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And munched and mumbled a bare old bone; |
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For many a year he had gnawed it near, |
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For meat was hard to come by. |
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Done by! Gum by! |
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In a case in the hills he dwelt alone, |
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And meat was hard to come by. |
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Up came Tom with his big boots on. |
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Said he to Troll: 'Pray, what is yon? |
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For it looks like the shin o' my nuncle Tim, |
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As should be a-lyin' in graveyard. |
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Caveyard! Paveyard! |
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This many a year has Tim been gone, |
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And I thought he were lyin' in graveyard.' |
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'My lad,' said Troll, 'this bone I stole. |
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But what be bones that lie in a hole? |
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Thy nuncle was dead as a lump o' lead, |
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Afore I found his shinbone. |
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Tinbone! Thinbone! |
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He can spare a share for a poor old troll, |
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For he don't need his shinbone.' |
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Said Tom: 'I don't see why the likes o' thee |
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Without axin' leave should go makin' free |
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With the shank or the shin o' my father's kin; |
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So hand the old bone over! |
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Rover! Trover! |
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Though dead he be, it belongs to he; |
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So hand the old bone over!' |
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'For a couple o' pins,' says Troll, and grins, |
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'I'll eat thee too, and gnaw thy shins. |
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A bit o' fresh meal will go down sweet! |
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I'll try my teeth on thee now. |
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Hee now! See now! |
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I'm tired o' gnawing old bones and skins; |
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I've a mind to dine on thee now.' |
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But just as he thought his dinner was caught, |
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He found his hands had hold of naught. |
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Before he could mind, Tom slipped behind |
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And gave him the boot to larn him. |
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Warn him! Darn him! |
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A bump o' the boot on the seat, Tom thought, |
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Would be the way to larn him. |
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But harder than stone is the flesh and bone |
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Of a troll that sits in the hills alone. |
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As well set your boot to the mountain's root, |
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For the seat of a troll don't feel it. |
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Peel it! Heal it! |
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Old Troll laughed, when he heard Tom groan, |
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And he knew his toes could feel it. |
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Tom's leg is game, since home he came, |
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And his bootless foot is lasting lame; |
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But Troll don't care, and he's still there |
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With the bone he boned from its owner. |
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Doner! Boner! |
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Troll's old seat is still the same, |
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And the bone he boned from its owner!. |
