Strolling through the glade one fine July,
a wee little Faerie I chanced to spy,
 who came upon me, impishly grinning,
and this is the song that he was singing

Dangle me hat and jingle me jing
For I have stolen the Troll King's ring
He left it upon his dresser drawer
While in roaring sleep he did soundly snore

So jangle me chain and rattle me knees
For he chases me down like a dog to his fleas.
Troll King, Troll King, where are ye now
Come on out you ugly sow

I stared in wonder at this tiny fellow
with hat of blue and eyes of yellow.
Such a merry lad considering that
an angry troll king wanted him pounded flat

But he just laughed and danced 'round my knees
as happy, as happy as any faerie could please
Singing. . .

Ring in me pocket and sparkle in me eye
The Troll King, the Troll King is not far behind
But I have a secret that no one may know
It puts a smile on me face and twinkle in me toes

So he put on the ring, and what do ye know,
he began a-shakin' and started to grow
into a monstrous beast, three-men high
with a voice of thunder that shook the sky

Well rumble me tummy and furrow me brow
Troll King, Troll King, look at me now
So now come and pick on li'l ol' me
For I've a surprise ye may not want to see

Well the Troll King did come but who would have guessed
that he'd have an ample bosom and be wearin' a dress
for a Troll King he wasn't as you may surmise,
but a Troll Queen in fact to the faerie's surprise

Well slap on me forehead and piss in me pants;
What have we here, should we fight or dance
The Troll King's a Troll Queen and all is for naught
For the way she's a-lookin', I'm in more trouble than I thought

Well, the Troll Queen is true had a strange look in her eye;
she came runnin' and a grinnin' towards the faerie and I
and threw the once-faerie over one arm
just laughin' and dancin' with that trollish charm.
And she sang. . .

Husband on me shoulder, an' snack at his side
I saw ye runnin' but ye could not hide
Come with me now, and make me yer wife
In sickness and health to the end of yer life

Well, snack I was not, but as I turned to flee
I heard the once-faerie yell a desperate plea:
the ring it was stuck, and wouldn't come loose.
He kicked and he screamed, but was simply no use.

For there's no mightier beast than a Troll Queen in love,
and she'll best any Troll King when push comes to shove.
So if ye're by their lair on some leasurely stroll,
ye may hear the cries of this faerie turned troll

Well Troll in me chamber, and fleas in me bed
Not sure if I'd rather be live or be dead
But this I must say, though she's not one for looks
She does make a rather surpising good cook