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 
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 
dirty auld tale from the bed to the bowl 
Because hey-ho he was ploughing a troll! 

Ploughing a troll