Then up and spake the youngest Trold,
   As emmet small to view:
“O here is come a Christian man,
   But verily he shall rue.”

Upstood the smallest of the Trolds,
   And round he roll’d his eyes:
“O we will hie to the yeoman’s house,
   And o’er him hold assize.

“He hews away our sheltering wood,
   Meanwhile shall we be tame?
No! I from him his wife will take,
   And make him suffer shame.”

All the Trolds in the hill that were
   Wild for the fray upbound;
They hie away to the yeoman’s house,
   Their tails all curling round.

p. 7Seven and a hundred were the Trolds,
   Their laidliness was great;
To the yeoman’s house they’ll go as guests,
   With him to drink and eat.

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