The Old Troll Lyrics

Beneath a bridge on the eastern road
And not too far from Bree
The Old Troll hides and waits for you
He'll drink your blood for tea!
He'll grind your skull to make a stew
And if there's anything left of you
The wolves will feast upon your bones
The birds'll have the rest

Hi Ho and Hey Diddle-Dee
Just beyond the town of Bree
Tarry there and you may see
The Old Troll make his supper
If ya ever travel east
I'm sure he'd like to meet'cha
He'll share with you a heady brew
And then he'll try to eat'cha

Dwarves he thinks a dainty treat
Men he likes the most to eat
Hobbits he would love to try
But he can never catch 'em
Hi Ho and Hey Diddle-Dee
Just beyond the town of Bree
Tarry there and you may see
The Old Troll make his supper