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UT 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!"