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!