Oh, the smallfolk have stolen my forests;
They’ve stolen my rivers and hills,
And they’ve built a great wall through my valleys
And fished all the fish from my rills.
In stone halls they burn their great fires;
In stone halls they forge their sharp spears,
Whilst I walk alone in the mountains
With no true companion but tears.
These are the words, according to this wildling song, of WHAT TITULAR CHARACTER?
THE LAST OF THE GIANTS