Away from the village, The wooded lane goes. How deep in the wood, No one quite knows. In certain parts of the forest, The wind never blows, Where it is said, The river-troll rows. Listen now lass, How this lesson arose, What one girl did learn, And what I may disclose. Just you sit back, Take your repose, And maybe you’ll learn, How the river-troll rows. Out of the village, In her ribbons and bows, One girl did follow, Where the wooded lane goes. And the wise woman saw, And told what she knows: This girl would soon learn What the river-troll rows. Deep in the forest, Where the wooded lane goes, The girl made her way In her ribbons and bows. She had heard many tales, That little exposed, What could be learned of, How the river-troll rows. Three days she was gone Where the wooded lane goes. Then she returned, Minus ribbons and bows. And now a learned woman, She said that she knows Just how well a young woman That river-troll rows.
