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<P>Sam在Flight to the Ford那一章中唱的歌<BR><BR>"Troll sat alone on his seat of stone,<BR>And munched and mumbled a bare old bone;<BR>For many a year he had gnawed it near,<BR>For meat was hard to come by.<BR>Done by! Gum by!<BR>In a cave in the hills he dwelt alone,<BR>And meat was hard to come by.<BR><BR>Up came Tom with his big boots on.<BR>Said he to Troll: \'Pray, what is yon?<BR>For it looks like the shin o\' my nuncle Tim,<BR>As should be a-lyin\' in graveyard.<BR>Caveyard! Paveyard!<BR>This many a year has Tim been gone,<BR>And I thought he were lyin\' in graveyard.\'<BR><BR>\'My lad,\' said Troll, \'this bone I stole.<BR>But what be bones that lie in a hole?<BR>Thy nuncle was dead as a lump o\' lead,<BR>Afore I found his shinbone.<BR>Tinbone! Thinbone!<BR>He can spare a share for a poor old troll,<BR>For he don\'t need his shinbone.\'<BR><BR>Said Tom: \'I don\'t see why the likes o\' thee<BR>Without axin\' leave should go makin\' free<BR>With the shank or the shin o\' my father\'s kin;<BR>So hand the old bone over!<BR>Rover! Trover!<BR>Though dead he be, it belongs to he;<BR>So hand the old bone over!\'<BR><BR>\'For a couple o\' pins,\' says Troll, and grins,<BR>\'I\'ll eat thee too, and gnaw thy shins.<BR>A bit o\' fresh meat will go down sweet!<BR>I\'ll try my teeth on thee now.<BR>Hee now! See now!<BR>I\'m tired o\' gnawing old bones and skins;<BR>I\'ve a mind to dine on thee now.\'<BR><BR>But just as he thought his dinner was caught,<BR>He found his hands had hold of naught.<BR>Before he could mind, Tom slipped behind<BR>And gave him the boot to larn him.<BR>Warn him! Darn him!<BR>A bump o\' the boot on the seat, Tom thought,<BR>Would be the way to larn him.<BR><BR>But harder than stone is the flesh and bone<BR>Of a troll that sits in the hills alone.<BR>As well set your boot to the mountain\'s root,<BR>For the seat of a troll don\'t feel it.<BR>Peel it! Heal it!<BR>Old Troll laughed, when he heard Tom groan,<BR>And he knew his toes could feel it.<BR><BR>Tom\'s leg is game, since home he came,<BR>And his bootless foot is lasting lame;<BR>But Troll don\'t care, and he\'s still there<BR>With the bone he boned from its owner.<BR>Doner! Boner!<BR>Troll\'s old seat is still the same,<BR>And the bone he boned from its owner!" </P></EMBED> |