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Out on the mountain over the town, / All night long, all night long, / The trolls go up and the trolls go down, / Bearing their packs and singing a song; / And this is the song the hill-folk croon, / As they trudge in the light of the misty moon -- / This is ever their dolorous tune: / "Gold, gold! ever more gold -- / Bright red gold for dearie!"
Deep in the hill a father delves / All night long, all night long; / None but the peering, furtive elves / Sees his toil and hears his song; / Merrily ever the cavern rings / As merrily ever his pick he swings, / And merrily ever this song he sings: / "Gold, gold! ever more gold -- / Bright red gold for dearie!"
Mother is rocking thy lowly bed / All night long, all night long, / Happy to smooth thy curly head, / To hold thy hand and to sing her song: / 'Tis not of the hill-folk dwarfed and old, / Nor the song of thy father, stanch and bold, / And the burthen it beareth is not of gold, / But it's "Love, love! nothing but love / Mother's love for dearie! "