Verse Dm 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 uponVerse Dm 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 brideDm A Dm And a hey-ho he's ploughing a troll! Dm Am The gods only know how the key fits the hole Bb Dm Around in the stinking great den they did roll A Dm And a hey-ho he's ploughing a troll!Verse Dm 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 bonesDm A Dm And a hey-ho he's ploughing a troll! Dm Am The gods only know how the key fits the hole Bb Dm A cavernous cave for his puny old pole A Dm And a hey-ho he's ploughing a troll!Instrumental (same as Chorus) Dm A Dm Dm Am Bb Dm A DmDm A Dm And a hey-ho he was ploughing a troll! Dm Am The gods only know how the key fit the hole Bb Dm No burial mound and no rest for his soul A Dm Because hey-ho he was ploughing a troll!Outro F E Eb Dm Ploughing a troll F E Eb Dm Ploughing a troll F E Eb Dm Ploughing a trollDm A Dm And a hey-ho he was ploughing a troll! Dm Am The gods only know how the key fit the hole Bb Dm A dirty auld tale from the bed to the bowl A Dm Because hey-ho he was ploughing a troll!