The Ballad of Flemmingrad (Traditional Version)

Lyrics

[KRISTOFF] There once was a troll held in highest esteem For his manner was kind and his fungus did gleam The ballad of old Flemmingrad Beloved by each troll girl and every troll lad They gifted him berries, and moss cake, and stew He gobbled the zeal as he zealously grew To such a large old Flemmingrad He always felt full and for that, he was glad They loved to watch him roll, roll, roll With laughter, he would roll, roll Then one winter's day, humans crept up so fast The trolls had to roll through a tight mountain pass But dear old giant Flemmingrad He tried to go through, but got stuck just a tad The people were frightened and pulled out a sword So, Flemmy, he blended right into the fjord The ballad of old Flemmingrad He never got out, and for that we are sad [KRISTOFF, spoken] Wedged, but not forgotten [KRISTOFF] For Flemmy couldn't roll, roll, roll Oh Flemmy, won't you roll, roll? [KRISTOFF, spoken] And that's why we have this tradition [KRISTOFF] Every December we all gather 'round To pay our respects to a troll so renowned In rememberance of the friend we had A jolly old soul we called Flemmingrad We all dig deep down and we uproot the past We shove up its nostrils a fistful of grass In resemblance of the dear old lad We forged the mold of Flemmingrad We shape his likeness, bless his soul Oh, Flemmy the fungus troll