Hin Onde Troll And Tom Lyrics

Troll And Tom Lyrics

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!