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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 crooning 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 the yeoman delves / All night long, all night long; / None but the peering, furtive elves / See his toil and hear 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!"