Ploughing A Troll

Verse There once was a farmer from old Flotsam town N.C. Who was tired of sowing his seeds on the ground N.C. He went for a wander and walked till the dawn N.C. Till a wanton old she troll he stumbled upon And a hey-ho he's ploughing a troll! The gods only know how the key fits the hole Around in the stinking great den they did roll And a hey-ho he's ploughing a troll! Verse The farmer he knew it was love at first sight N.C. They ploughed through the morning and into the night N.C. With teeth rotten black and a rank leather hide N.C. This hideous creature his bestial bride And a hey-ho he's ploughing a troll! The gods only know how the key fits the hole A cavernous cave for his puny old pole And a hey-ho he's ploughing a troll! Verse After time his excitement it started to droop N.C. He groaned at her farts and her cold onion soup N.C. The troll fixed his eye with a scowl made of stone N.C. And when the guards came around all they found were his bones And a hey-ho he was ploughing a troll! The gods only know how the key fit the hole No burial mound and no rest for his soul Because hey-ho he was ploughing a troll! Instrumental (same as Chorus) And a hey-ho he was ploughing a troll! The gods only know how the key fit the hole A dirty auld tale from the bed to the bowl Because hey-ho he was ploughing a troll! Outro Ploughing a troll Ploughing a troll Ploughing a troll