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 upon
Dm 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
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
Dm 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!
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 bones
Dm 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!
Instrumental (same as Chorus)
Dm A Dm
Dm Am
Bb Dm
A Dm
Dm 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!
Outro
F E Eb Dm
Ploughing a troll
F E Eb Dm
Ploughing a troll
F E Eb Dm
Ploughing a troll