Sam's Troll Song (Lord of the Rings Book Version) - An Eerie Folk Song

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This is the second version of "The Troll Song" or "Sam's Troll Song." For this version, I used the lyrics as published in The Fellowship of the Ring. A fun tale that Samwise recounts when the hobbits encounter Bilbo's stone trolls in the Trollshaws. While making the other version of this song, I accidentally stumbled into this more-folksy spooky melody, which I thought would be fun for this story.

Melody was originally created using Tolkien's recordings of the song, and then altered to this more eerie style. Music generated using Suno, then stemmed and reworked, reedited, remastered in an audio editor, with additional vocals added.

Enjoy!

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*Lyrics:*

Troll sat alone on his seat of stone,
And munched and mumbled a bare old bone;
For many a year he had gnawed it near,
For meat was hard to come by.
(Done by! Gum by!)
In a cave in the hills he dwelt alone,
And meat was hard to come by.
(Oh meat be hard to come by!)

Up came Tom with his big boots on.
Said he to Troll: "Pray, what is yon?
For it looks like the shin o' my nuncle Tim,
As should be a-lyin' in graveyard.
(Caveyard! Paveyard!)
This many a year has Tim been gone,
And I thought he were lyin' in graveyard."
(Thought he was lyin' in graveyard!)

"My lad," said Troll, "this bone I stole.
But what be bones that lie in a hole?
Thy nunclе was dead as a lump o' lead,
Afore I found his shinbonе.
(Tinbone! Thinbone!)
He can spare a share for a poor old troll,
For he don't need his shinbone."
(Got no use for a shinbone!)

Said Tom: "I don't see why the likes o' thee
Without axin' leave should go makin' free
With the shank or the shin o' my father's kin;
So hand the old bone over!
(Rover! Trover!)
Though dead he be, it belongs to he;
So hand the old bone over!"
(Now hand that old bone over!)

"For a couple o' pins," says Troll, and grins,
"I'll eat thee too, and gnaw thy shins.
A bit o' fresh meat will go down sweet!
I'll try my teeth on thee now.
(Hee now! See now!)
I'm tired o' gnawing old bones and skins;
I've a mind to dine on thee now."
(You'll make a meal for me now!)

But just as he thought his dinner was caught,
He found his hands had hold of naught.
Before he could mind, Tom slipped behind
And gave him the boot to larn him.
(Warn him! Darn him!)
A bump o' the boot on the seat, Tom thought,
Would be the way to larn him.
(He gave him a boot to larn him!)

But harder than stone is the flesh and bone
Of a troll that sits in the hills alone.
As well set your boot to the mountain's root,
For the seat of a troll don't feel it.
(Peel it! Heal it!)
Old Troll laughed, when he heard Tom groan,
And he knew his toes could feel it.
(His poor ol' toes did feel it!)

Tom's leg is game, since home he came,
And his bootless foot is lasting lame;
But Troll don't care, and he's still there
With the bone he boned from it's owner.
(Doner! Boner!)
Troll's old seat is still the same,
And the bone he boned from its owner!
(He boned that bone from its owner!)

Troll sat alone on a seat of stone...