TROLLISH LADY
mel. SPANISH LADY, trad. Irish, perf. by Dubliners
(also works with FINNEGAN'S WAKE)

by Pradera

I went out through goblin city
At the hour of twelve at night
Who should I see but a trollish lady
Baking a hobbit by fire light
First she skinned him and then she smoked him
Over a fire of ambry coals
In all my life I never did see
A fairer maid among the trolls

Crack fol the whip a loor a laddy
Crack fol a whip until you bleed
Crack fol the whip a loor a laddy
Crack fol a whip until you bleed

I stopped to look but a watchorc passed
Says he, 'Young fellow, the night is late
Along with you home or I will wrestle ya
Straigth away through Morannon Gate'
I threw a look to the trollish lady
Hot as the fire of ambry coals
In all my life I never did see
A fairer maid among the trolls

As I walked back through goblin city
As the dawn of day was o'er
Who should I see but the trollish lady
When I was hungry and footsore
She had a belly filled with raw meat
And her meal she longed to share
In all my life I never did see
A troll who had so much to spare

Now she's no mot for a goblin biter
With her hobbit pie and her eyes so bright
But she'd make a wife for the Olog fighter
Drunk on orcdrought and moonlight
I got a look from the trollish lady
Hot as a fire of ambry coals
In all my life I never did meet
A fairer maid among the trolls

I've wandered north and I've wandered south
By Dol Guldur and Umbar Bay
Up and around by the Gundabad mountain
And back where old Bill Huggins lay
Old age has laid her hands upon me
Cold as a fire of ashy coals
But where is the lonely trollish lady
A fairest maid among the trolls

As I was leaving goblin city
On that morning sad of heart
Lonely was I for the trollish lady
Now that forever we must part
But still I always will remember
All the hours we had good
But then she left me sad at breakfast
Gone forever was my food.

Crack fol the whip a loor a laddy
Crack fol a whip until you bleed
Crack fol the whip a loor a laddy
Crack fol a whip until you bleed