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[00:23.90]Troll sat alone on his seat of stone,
[00:25.74]And munched and mumbled a bare old bone;
[00:28.07]For many a year he had gnawed it near,
[00:32.04]For meat was hard to come by.
[00:34.68]Done by! Gum by!
[00:36.52]In a case in the hills he dwelt alone,
[00:38.80]And meat was hard to come by.
[00:44.55]Up came Tom with his big boots on.
[00:46.38]Said he to Troll: 'Pray, what is yon?
[00:48.55]For it looks like the shin o' my nuncle Tim,
[00:52.90]As should be a-lyin' in graveyard.
[00:55.61]Caveyard! Paveyard!
[00:57.85]This many a year has Tim been gone,
[00:59.85]And I thought he were lyin' in graveyard.'
[01:08.32]'My lad,' said Troll, 'this bone I stole.
[01:12.72]But what be bones that lie in a hole?
[01:17.07]Thy nuncle was dead as a lump o' lead,
[01:24.41]Afore I found his shinbone.
[01:29.40]Tinbone! Thinbone!
[01:36.17]He can spare a share for a poor old troll,
[01:41.18]For he don't need his shinbone.'
[01:47.48]Said Tom: 'I don't see why the likes o' thee
[01:50.21]Without axin' leave should go makin' free
[01:52.56]With the shank or the shin o' my father's kin;
[01:56.76]So hand the old bone over!
[01:59.34]Rover! Trover!
[02:01.54]Though dead he be, it belongs to he;
[02:03.62]So hand the old bone over!'
[02:40.94]'For a couple o' pins,' says Troll, and grins,
[02:44.90]'I'll eat thee too, and gnaw thy shins.
[02:49.21]A bit o' fresh meal will go down sweet!
[02:56.02]I'll try my teeth on thee now.
[03:00.67]Hee now! See now!
[03:07.20]I'm tired o' gnawing old bones and skins;
[03:11.86]I've a mind to dine on thee now.'
[03:18.59]But just as he thought his dinner was caught,
[03:21.13]He found his hands had hold of naught.
[03:23.19]Before he could mind, Tom slipped behind
[03:27.25]And gave him the boot to larn him.
[03:29.94]Warn him! Darn him!
[03:32.05]A bump o' the boot on the seat, Tom thought,
[03:34.19]Would be the way to larn him.
[03:40.00]But harder than stone is the flesh and bone
[03:42.42]Of a troll that sits in the hills alone.
[03:44.21]As well set your boot to the mountain's root,
[03:48.47]For the seat of a troll don't feel it.
[03:51.09]Peel it! Heal it!
[03:53.07]Old Troll laughed, when he heard Tom groan,
[03:55.26]And he knew his toes could feel it.
[04:28.61]Tom's leg is game, since home he came,
[04:32.70]And his bootless foot is lasting lame;
[04:37.59]But Troll don't care, and he's still there
[04:43.98]With the bone he boned from its owner.
[04:46.70]Doner! Boner!
[04:48.95]Troll's old seat is still the same,
[04:52.24]And the bone he boned from its owner!.