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 * Ho! ho! the Phynodderee!

Swinging by himself in the Tram man Tree.
 * I fetched the stone to Tholt-y-Will;
 * I saved the sheep on the snow-clad hill;

I saw the storm was coming while the farmer snored; I drove the sheep before me while the Howlaa roared, I folded them in safety beneath the creg, And hunted over Snaefell for the loaghtan beg;
 * But alas and alack-a-day.

A witch she was, and she would not stay Till daylight sent me up to the Tramman Tree, To swing by myself in the Tramman Tree.
 * Alas and alack-a-day!


 * Ho! ho! the Phynodderee!

Swinging by himself in the Tramman Tree.
 * I threshed the corn in the lonely night,
 * And swept the house in the still moonlight.

I watched the sleeping haggart while the dog took rest, And drove away the witches that dared molest; I milked the cows at dawning and eased their heads, And soothed the patient horses in their tired beds,
 * But alas and alack-a-day!

The farmer thought I worked because I wanted pay! And left a coat and breeches for the poor Phynodderee; So his lassie cannot see him in the Tramman Tree Swinging by himself in the Tramman Tree.
 * Alas and alack-a-day.