Ploughing a Troll - Miracle Of Sound

There once was a farmer from old Flotsam town

Who was tired of sowing his seeds on the ground

He went for a wander and walked till the dawn

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!

The farmer he knew it was love at first sight

They ploughed through the morning and into the night

With teeth rotten black and a rank leather hide

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!

After time his excitement it started to droop

He groaned at her farts and her cold onion soup

The troll fixed his eye with a scowl made of stone

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!

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!

Ploughing a troll