Ploughing A Troll

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 'til the dawn
'Til 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 plowed 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 hole
And a hey ho, he's ploughing a troll

After time his excitement had 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 old tale from the bed to the bowl
And a hey ho, he was ploughing a troll

Ploughing a troll
Ploughing a troll
Ploughing a troll