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Beneath a bridge on the eastern road |
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And not too far from Bree |
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The Old Troll hides and waits for you |
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He'll drink your blood for tea! |
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He'll grind your skull to make a stew |
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And if there's anything left of you |
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The wolves will feast upon your bones |
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The birds'll have the rest |
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Hi Ho and Hey Diddle-Dee |
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Just beyond the town of Bree |
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Tarry there and you may see |
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The Old Troll make his supper |
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If ya ever travel east |
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I'm sure he'd like to meet'cha |
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He'll share with you a heady brew |
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And then he'll try to eat'cha |
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Dwarves he thinks a dainty treat |
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Men he likes the most to eat |
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Hobbits he would love to try |
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But he can never catch 'em |
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Hi Ho and Hey Diddle-Dee |
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Just beyond the town of Bree |
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Tarry there and you may see |
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The Old Troll make his supper |
