MYRON THE UGLY TROLL | Karaoke Version
10Sing along with us!
There were an old troll named Myron… T’was a surly old troll it’s true;
He lived down under Farley’s Bridge… T’would take a toll er two!
He were a nasty cusser… With a big-ol’ warty nose;
When he would pick a boogie… He’d wipe it on his clothes!
Oh My-ron… My-ron… Myron the ugly troll;
His face looks like a pile o’ puke… He smells like a bunger hole.
When he comes a callin’… Ya better pay the price….
Or he’ll put you in his boilin’ pot… An’ eat ya by the slice!
When folk would come a ridin’… Down to the riverside;
An’ try to cross old Farley’s Bridge… That troll would come beside.
He’d ask ‘um for a Gold or two… An’ if they didn’t give;
He’d take ‘um down below the bridge… An’ stick ‘um with his shiv!
Oh My-ron… My-ron… Myron the ugly troll;
His face looks like a pile o’ puke… He smells like a bunger hole.
When he comes a callin’… Ya better pay the price….
Or he’ll put you in his boilin’ pot… An’ eat ya by the slice!
Now Myron were a hungry troll… His teeth were big n’ green;
He’d eat three men in just one day… An’ yer granny in-between!
Ye didn’t wanna cross him… That’d put ya in a spot;
He’d take ya down beneath the bridge… An’ cook ya in his pot!
Oh My-ron… My-ron… Myron the ugly troll;
His face looks like a pile o’ puke… He smells like a bunger hole.
When he comes a callin’… Ya better pay the price….
Or he’ll put you in his boilin’ pot… An’ eat ya by the slice!
Now down to Farley’s Bridge one day… Came a maid named Se-a-vole;
She were a Ranger from the west… On her way to Prond-a-dole.
Old Myron come upon her… Said pay or she’d be dead;
So Se-a-vole pulled out her sword… An’ cut off Myron’s head!
Oh My-ron… My-ron… Myron the ugly troll;
He learnt his lesson, yes he did… From the ranger Se-a-vole.
Now when folk come down to the bridge… So ‘fraid to shake their bones…
They see old Myron’s ugly head… Stuck on the cornerstone.
Written by Alphinius Goo
Accompaniment by Deidre McNabb
Video Edited by Camera Mandi