This is completely from memory:
Troll sat alone on his seat of stone
and munched and mumbled a bare old bone
for many a year, he had gnawed it near,
for meat was hard to come by, done by,
In a cave in the hills he dwelt alone,
and meat was hard to come by.
Up come Tom with his big boots on,
says he to Troll "Pray what is yon
for it look like the shin of my nuncle Tim
who should be lying in a graveyard, paveyard
this many a year has Tim been gone,
and I thought he lying in a graveyard"
"My lad " said Troll "This bone I stole,
but what be bones that lie in a hole,
thy nuncle a dead as a lump of lead,
afore I found his shinbone, thinbone,
he can spare a share for a poor old Troll
For he dont need his shinbone"
Says Tom "I dont see why with the likes of thee
Should go asking make go free
with the shank or shin of my father's kin,
So hand the old bone over, rover
Though dead he be, it belongs to he,
So hand the old bone over."
"For a couple of pins" says Troll and grins,
"I'll eat thee now and gnaw thy shins,
A bit of fresh meat would go down sweet,
Ive a mind to dine on thee now, he now.
I'm tired of gnawing old bones and skin,
I've a mind to dine on thee now"
But just as he thought his dinner was caught,
He found his hands had hold of naught.
Before he could mind, Tom slipped behind,
And gave him a boot to larn him, darn him.
A bump on the seat, Tom thought, would be the way to larn him.
But harder than stone is the flesh and bone
of a troll that sits on the hills alone
As well as set your boot in the mountain's root,
for the seat of a troll don't feel it, heal it.
Old Troll laughed when he heard tom's groan,
He knew his toes could feel it.
Tom's leg is game since home he came
and his bootless foot is lasting lame
But Troll dont care and he's still there,
With the bone he boned from its owner, doner.
Old troll's seat is still the same
with the bone he boned from its owner.
Its not identical to its origianl form, but not too bad for something I learnt.. ooh... 10 years ago maybe?
I can also sing most of the 82nd airborne's "Gory Gory what a helluva way to die".
Most of my passwords are random, and I memorise them.
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Founder of the Massassi Brute Squad (MBS)
B'tduz: A popular dwarfish game which consists of standing a few feet apart and throwing large rocks at one another's head.
"Yes, it's a bloody flying alligator setting fire to my city!" - His Grace His Excellency the Duke of Ankh, Commander Sir Samuel Vimes.
Morituri Nolumus Mori
Troll sat alone on his seat of stone
and munched and mumbled a bare old bone
for many a year, he had gnawed it near,
for meat was hard to come by, done by,
In a cave in the hills he dwelt alone,
and meat was hard to come by.
Up come Tom with his big boots on,
says he to Troll "Pray what is yon
for it look like the shin of my nuncle Tim
who should be lying in a graveyard, paveyard
this many a year has Tim been gone,
and I thought he lying in a graveyard"
"My lad " said Troll "This bone I stole,
but what be bones that lie in a hole,
thy nuncle a dead as a lump of lead,
afore I found his shinbone, thinbone,
he can spare a share for a poor old Troll
For he dont need his shinbone"
Says Tom "I dont see why with the likes of thee
Should go asking make go free
with the shank or shin of my father's kin,
So hand the old bone over, rover
Though dead he be, it belongs to he,
So hand the old bone over."
"For a couple of pins" says Troll and grins,
"I'll eat thee now and gnaw thy shins,
A bit of fresh meat would go down sweet,
Ive a mind to dine on thee now, he now.
I'm tired of gnawing old bones and skin,
I've a mind to dine on thee now"
But just as he thought his dinner was caught,
He found his hands had hold of naught.
Before he could mind, Tom slipped behind,
And gave him a boot to larn him, darn him.
A bump on the seat, Tom thought, would be the way to larn him.
But harder than stone is the flesh and bone
of a troll that sits on the hills alone
As well as set your boot in the mountain's root,
for the seat of a troll don't feel it, heal it.
Old Troll laughed when he heard tom's groan,
He knew his toes could feel it.
Tom's leg is game since home he came
and his bootless foot is lasting lame
But Troll dont care and he's still there,
With the bone he boned from its owner, doner.
Old troll's seat is still the same
with the bone he boned from its owner.
Its not identical to its origianl form, but not too bad for something I learnt.. ooh... 10 years ago maybe?
I can also sing most of the 82nd airborne's "Gory Gory what a helluva way to die".
Most of my passwords are random, and I memorise them.
------------------
Founder of the Massassi Brute Squad (MBS)
B'tduz: A popular dwarfish game which consists of standing a few feet apart and throwing large rocks at one another's head.
"Yes, it's a bloody flying alligator setting fire to my city!" - His Grace His Excellency the Duke of Ankh, Commander Sir Samuel Vimes.
Morituri Nolumus Mori
Founder of the Massassi Brute Squad (MBS)
Morituri Nolumus Mori
Morituri Nolumus Mori