| Song | The Old Troll and the Maiden |
| Artist | Glass hammer |
| Album | The Middle Earth Album |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The old Troll sat beneath the bridge | |
| And waited out the hours | |
| He dreamed of pretty princesses | |
| And white and lofty towers | |
| He longed to eat the sweetest treat | |
| And one he’d never tasted | |
| A maiden fair beyond compare | |
| Spiced and nicely basted | |
| A maiden dear was walking near | |
| Out in the nighttime chilling | |
| This lovely lass, she held no fear | |
| Of trolls and all their killing | |
| A fairer maid he’d never seen | |
| Far too fair for grilling | |
| instead he thought to ask a dance | |
| To see if she were willing | |
| A yimmering, a yammering | |
| A beating and a clamoring | |
| So hard his heart was hammering | |
| He feared for his own life | |
| A yimmering, a yammering | |
| While stammering and glamoring | |
| He found her so enamoring | |
| He never saw the knife | |
| The knife? The knife. The knife! | |
| He never saw the knife! | |
| For her bodice so revealing | |
| It sent his head a reeling | |
| her hem so high, unto her thigh | |
| It caused an eerie feeling | |
| One that Troll was most unsure of | |
| He’d never known before | |
| He should be done with his first course | |
| And heading back for more | |
| For Troll had never been in love | |
| What was Troll thinking of | |
| He’d never eat this dainty girl | |
| As pretty as a dove | |
| So they danced the night away | |
| And soon the break of day | |
| Was coming fast when then our lass | |
| Decided not to stay | |
| A yimmering, a yammering | |
| A beating and a clamoring | |
| So hard his heart was hammering | |
| He feared for his own life | |
| A yimmering, a yammering | |
| While stammering and glamoring | |
| He found her so enamoring | |
| He never saw the knife | |
| The knife? The knife. The knife! | |
| He never saw the knife! | |
| She’d had enough of making bluff | |
| The Troll would soon grow wary | |
| Or even worse, and such a curse | |
| He’d ask for her to marry | |
| And so her knife was brought to bear | |
| She snuck up form behind | |
| But Trolls are thick and knives don’t stick | |
| As she was soon to find | |
| The cock did crow, the sun did glow | |
| A curse upon his kind | |
| He held her tight in meaty arms | |
| For stone was sure to bind | |
| And to her shock he turned to rock | |
| As daybreak fell anew | |
| She screamed and fought to free herself | |
| Which she was not to do | |
| A yimmering, a yammering | |
| A beating and a clamoring | |
| So hard his heart was hammering | |
| He feared for his own life | |
| A yimmering, a yammering | |
| While stammering and glamoring | |
| He found her so enamoring | |
| He never saw the knife | |
| The knife? The knife. The knife! | |
| He never saw the knife! | |
| A statue stands in yonder wood | |
| Though not a statue really | |
| The summer sun shines over it | |
| The winter wind blows chilling | |
| Beneath its shadow lying there | |
| A knife and bits of bone | |
| Thus Troll and lady pass the years | |
| Together yet alone | |
| A yimmering, a yammering | |
| A beating and a clamoring | |
| So hard his heart was hammering | |
| He feared for his own life | |
| A yimmering, a yammering | |
| While stammering and glamoring | |
| He found her so enamoring | |
| He never saw the knife | |
| The knife? The knife. The knife! | |
| He never saw the knife! |
| The old Troll sat beneath the bridge | |
| And waited out the hours | |
| He dreamed of pretty princesses | |
| And white and lofty towers | |
| He longed to eat the sweetest treat | |
| And one he' d never tasted | |
| A maiden fair beyond compare | |
| Spiced and nicely basted | |
| A maiden dear was walking near | |
| Out in the nighttime chilling | |
| This lovely lass, she held no fear | |
| Of trolls and all their killing | |
| A fairer maid he' d never seen | |
| Far too fair for grilling | |
| instead he thought to ask a dance | |
| To see if she were willing | |
| A yimmering, a yammering | |
| A beating and a clamoring | |
| So hard his heart was hammering | |
| He feared for his own life | |
| A yimmering, a yammering | |
| While stammering and glamoring | |
| He found her so enamoring | |
| He never saw the knife | |
| The knife? The knife. The knife! | |
| He never saw the knife! | |
| For her bodice so revealing | |
| It sent his head a reeling | |
| her hem so high, unto her thigh | |
| It caused an eerie feeling | |
| One that Troll was most unsure of | |
| He' d never known before | |
| He should be done with his first course | |
| And heading back for more | |
| For Troll had never been in love | |
| What was Troll thinking of | |
| He' d never eat this dainty girl | |
| As pretty as a dove | |
| So they danced the night away | |
| And soon the break of day | |
| Was coming fast when then our lass | |
| Decided not to stay | |
| A yimmering, a yammering | |
| A beating and a clamoring | |
| So hard his heart was hammering | |
| He feared for his own life | |
| A yimmering, a yammering | |
| While stammering and glamoring | |
| He found her so enamoring | |
| He never saw the knife | |
| The knife? The knife. The knife! | |
| He never saw the knife! | |
| She' d had enough of making bluff | |
| The Troll would soon grow wary | |
| Or even worse, and such a curse | |
| He' d ask for her to marry | |
| And so her knife was brought to bear | |
| She snuck up form behind | |
| But Trolls are thick and knives don' t stick | |
| As she was soon to find | |
| The cock did crow, the sun did glow | |
| A curse upon his kind | |
| He held her tight in meaty arms | |
| For stone was sure to bind | |
| And to her shock he turned to rock | |
| As daybreak fell anew | |
| She screamed and fought to free herself | |
| Which she was not to do | |
| A yimmering, a yammering | |
| A beating and a clamoring | |
| So hard his heart was hammering | |
| He feared for his own life | |
| A yimmering, a yammering | |
| While stammering and glamoring | |
| He found her so enamoring | |
| He never saw the knife | |
| The knife? The knife. The knife! | |
| He never saw the knife! | |
| A statue stands in yonder wood | |
| Though not a statue really | |
| The summer sun shines over it | |
| The winter wind blows chilling | |
| Beneath its shadow lying there | |
| A knife and bits of bone | |
| Thus Troll and lady pass the years | |
| Together yet alone | |
| A yimmering, a yammering | |
| A beating and a clamoring | |
| So hard his heart was hammering | |
| He feared for his own life | |
| A yimmering, a yammering | |
| While stammering and glamoring | |
| He found her so enamoring | |
| He never saw the knife | |
| The knife? The knife. The knife! | |
| He never saw the knife! |
| The old Troll sat beneath the bridge | |
| And waited out the hours | |
| He dreamed of pretty princesses | |
| And white and lofty towers | |
| He longed to eat the sweetest treat | |
| And one he' d never tasted | |
| A maiden fair beyond compare | |
| Spiced and nicely basted | |
| A maiden dear was walking near | |
| Out in the nighttime chilling | |
| This lovely lass, she held no fear | |
| Of trolls and all their killing | |
| A fairer maid he' d never seen | |
| Far too fair for grilling | |
| instead he thought to ask a dance | |
| To see if she were willing | |
| A yimmering, a yammering | |
| A beating and a clamoring | |
| So hard his heart was hammering | |
| He feared for his own life | |
| A yimmering, a yammering | |
| While stammering and glamoring | |
| He found her so enamoring | |
| He never saw the knife | |
| The knife? The knife. The knife! | |
| He never saw the knife! | |
| For her bodice so revealing | |
| It sent his head a reeling | |
| her hem so high, unto her thigh | |
| It caused an eerie feeling | |
| One that Troll was most unsure of | |
| He' d never known before | |
| He should be done with his first course | |
| And heading back for more | |
| For Troll had never been in love | |
| What was Troll thinking of | |
| He' d never eat this dainty girl | |
| As pretty as a dove | |
| So they danced the night away | |
| And soon the break of day | |
| Was coming fast when then our lass | |
| Decided not to stay | |
| A yimmering, a yammering | |
| A beating and a clamoring | |
| So hard his heart was hammering | |
| He feared for his own life | |
| A yimmering, a yammering | |
| While stammering and glamoring | |
| He found her so enamoring | |
| He never saw the knife | |
| The knife? The knife. The knife! | |
| He never saw the knife! | |
| She' d had enough of making bluff | |
| The Troll would soon grow wary | |
| Or even worse, and such a curse | |
| He' d ask for her to marry | |
| And so her knife was brought to bear | |
| She snuck up form behind | |
| But Trolls are thick and knives don' t stick | |
| As she was soon to find | |
| The cock did crow, the sun did glow | |
| A curse upon his kind | |
| He held her tight in meaty arms | |
| For stone was sure to bind | |
| And to her shock he turned to rock | |
| As daybreak fell anew | |
| She screamed and fought to free herself | |
| Which she was not to do | |
| A yimmering, a yammering | |
| A beating and a clamoring | |
| So hard his heart was hammering | |
| He feared for his own life | |
| A yimmering, a yammering | |
| While stammering and glamoring | |
| He found her so enamoring | |
| He never saw the knife | |
| The knife? The knife. The knife! | |
| He never saw the knife! | |
| A statue stands in yonder wood | |
| Though not a statue really | |
| The summer sun shines over it | |
| The winter wind blows chilling | |
| Beneath its shadow lying there | |
| A knife and bits of bone | |
| Thus Troll and lady pass the years | |
| Together yet alone | |
| A yimmering, a yammering | |
| A beating and a clamoring | |
| So hard his heart was hammering | |
| He feared for his own life | |
| A yimmering, a yammering | |
| While stammering and glamoring | |
| He found her so enamoring | |
| He never saw the knife | |
| The knife? The knife. The knife! | |
| He never saw the knife! |