Ogre Mischief Ballad
(uuuhhh) Deep in the hollow where the black mud clings An old
hill troll sits and heavy iron rings He counts up his copper
in the damp and the cold While the ogres down below are
smelting the gold (huff)
Watch your step by the mossy stone (shhh) They don't like visitors
walking alone
Under the roots where the shadows grow deep The giants of clay
never truly sleep Trolls in the caverns and ogres in the glen
Guardians of secrets from the world of men (hoooo-ah)
An ogre's step can shake the mountain pine
Drinking heavy nectar
from a wooden vine
They bridge the icy rivers with giant broken slate And laugh at
the travelers who meet them at the gate
Under the roots where the shadows grow deep The giants of clay
never truly sleep Trolls in the caverns and ogres in the glen
Guardians of secrets from the world of men (hoooo-ah)
Leave 'em be
Let 'em sleep
Deep under the stone... (shhhh) (hmmmmm)