Лекция: The Three Billy-Goats Craft

Author: This is the story of the billy-goats Craft.

Chorus: Three billy-goats, billy-goats Craft

One – two – three billy-goats,

Three billy-goats, billy-goats Craft

Author: Now, the oldest billy-goat Craft was Bill,

Chorus: Big Bill, billy-goat Craft,

Rough and tough billy-goat Craft,

Rough and tough billy-goat Craft

Bill: Rough and tough and ready to go

I’m a billy-goat Craft from Attito

Chorus: Rough and tough and ready to go

He’s a billy-goat Craft from Attito

Author: Big Bill’s brother was a goat named Will.

Chorus: Bill’s brother, Big Bill’s brother,

Big Bill’s brother was a goat named Will.

Will: My name is Will,

I’m a billy-goat Craft.

My brother Bill is very tough,

I’m not as big or smart as Bill,

I’m just a goat, you can call me Will.

Author: Bill and Will had a little baby-brother,

They called him Little Billy.

Little Billy: They call me little billy-goat Craft,

I’m not very big, I’m not very tough,

I’m not very old, I’m not very rough.

But hey, I’m a billy-goat Craft!

The three goats: Hey, he’s a billy-goat Craft!

We’re rough, tough billy-goats Craft,

Rough and tough billy-goats Craft.

Author: One day, the three billy-goats Craft decided to visit their favourite hill and look for something to eat.

Little Billy: I’m going to look for butterflies; I’m going to look for daisies.

Will: I’m going to look for green grass,

Fresh, sweet green grass,

I’m going to look for green grass,

He’s going to look for daisies.

Chorus: Fresh, sweet green grass,

Will’s going to look for green grass,

Billy’s going to look for butterflies,

Billy’s going to look for daisies.

Author: Big Bill didn’t care what he ate as long as there was plenty of it.

Bill: I’ll eat anything, anything at all:

Tin cans, pancakes, carrot-tops, milk shakes;

I’ll eat anything, anything at all:

Peanut butter, butterflies, ice-cream, golf balls;

I’ll eat anything, anything at all:

Dandelions, daisies, green grass, green cheese:

I’ll eat anything, anything at all.

Chorus: Tin cans?

Bill: Anything.

Chorus: Pancakes?

Bill: Anything.

Chorus: Carrot-tops?

Bill: Anything, anything at all.

Chorus: Milk shakes?

Bill: Anything.

Chorus: Peanut butter?

Bill: Anything.

Chorus: Butterflies?

Bill: Anything, anything at all.

Chorus: Ice-cream? Golf balls?

Bill: Anything, anything.

Chorus: Dandelions? Daisies?

Bill: Anything, anything.

Chorus: Green grass? Green cheese?

Bill: I’ll eat anything; I’ll eat anything, anything at all.

Author: And so, the three billy-goats Craft began to walk to their favourite hill.

On their way, they had to cross a bridge of the river but a terrible troll lived under the bridge.

Chorus: Ba-a-a, ba-a-a, watch out for the troll, watch out, watch out!

He’ll eat you up if you don’t watch out.

Watch out for the troll, watch out, watch out!

Watch out for the troll, watch out!

The troll eats goats, watch out!

He’ll eat you up if you don’t watch out.

Watch out for the troll, watch out!

Author: Little Billy got to the bridge first.

He heard the lambs telling him to watch out for the troll.

But he wasn’t afraid, he was thinking of the butterflies and daisies on the hill.

He hopped and skipped onto the bridge.

His tiny little feet were pit-pat, pit-pat, pitter-patter, pit-pat.

Chorus: Pitter-patter, pit-pat; pitter-patter, pit-pat,

Pitter-pitter, patter-patter, pitter-pat-pat

Author: Suddenly, little Billy heard the angry voice of the terrible troll:

Troll: Who’s there? What’s that?

What’s that pit-pat?

Who’s pitty-pitty-patting over my bridge?

Chorus: Watch out, little Billy – he’ll eat you up!

Watch out, little Billy, watch out!

Little Billy: Watch out for what?

Chorus: For the troll!

Little Billy: For the what?

Chorus: The troll! The troll!

Little Billy: The troll? What’s a troll?

Troll: I’ll show him what a troll is! Yee-a-a-a-a-u-u-u-u-o-o-o-o!

I like to fight and bite,

I like to kick and slap,

I like to pinch and punch,

I like to push and shock,

I like to knock it down and rag it all-round,

And do it all over again

Little Billy: Wow!

Chorus: He likes to fight and bite,

He likes to kick and slap,

He likes to pinch and punch,

He likes to push and shock,

He likes to knock it down and rag it all-round,

And do all it all over again.

Troll: That’s right. Hey, little goat, what’s your name?

Little Billy: Everybody calls me Billy.

Troll: Billy – what a silly name! I’ll eat you up, silly Billy, silly Billy.

Little Billy: Please, Mister Troll, don’t eat me:

I’m not fat as you can see.

If you really want to thrill,

You are to meet my brother Will.

Troll: Your brother Will, is he bigger than you?

Little Billy: Much bigger and fatter, too.

Troll: Well, all right, I’ll let you go.

Author: So,

Little Billy hurried off the bridge.

Soon his brother Will came. Will wasn’t really big or fat,

But he was bigger and fatter than Little Billy.

He made a lot of noise as he walked on the bridge.

Chorus: Radder-tad-tad, rooder-tude-tude,

Radder-tad, radder-tad, rooder-tude-tude.

Troll: Hey, who’s there? Who’s there? What’s that?

What’s that radder-tad-tad-tad-tad?

It sounds like a nice big billy-goat Craft.

I hope it’s big enough to eat.

Hey, who’s there? Who’s there? What’s that?

Stop that radder-tad-tad-tad-tad?

Will: I’m brother Will on my way to the hill.

Chorus: Be careful, Will, watch out, watch out –

The troll will eat you up.

The troll eats goats – watch out!

Will: The troll? Where?

Chorus: There.

Will: Where?

Troll: Right here. I’m right here.

I’ve got you where I want you now,

I think I’ll eat you up!

Will: Eat me up, oh, no! Not that, not me, not now, not here, not that!

You must be confused: my name is Will.

The one you want is brother Bill.

Troll: Another brother? Another goat?

How many brothers are there?

Will: There’re three of us, but two are small.

Big, fat Bill is the best of all.

Troll: Big? Fat? Did you say “fat”?

Will: That’s what I said – fat as a pig.

Troll: What – a goat as fat as a pig?

Will: That’s right, you’ll see. Don’t look at me!

You’ll see how big a goat can be!

Author: And so, Will hurried across just as his brother Bill came marching onto the bridge.

Clump-clump-clump, barbardy- bump-bump.

Chorus: Here comes Bill. Clump-clump-clump.

Here comes Bill. Barbardy- bump-bump.

Troll: Hey, who’s there? Who’s there? What’s that?

Stop that clump-clump- barbardy- bump-bump.

Who’s that clubardy-clumping over my bridge?

Bill: Your bridge? Who are you?

Troll: I’m the troll!

I like to fight and bite,

I like to kick and slap,

I like to pinch and punch,

I like to push and shock,

I like to…

Bill: You’re tall for a troll.

Troll: What?

Bill: I said you’re tall for a troll.

I thought trolls were small.

Troll: Some trolls are small,

Some are tall.

I am tall.

Chorus: Some are tall, some are small,

Some are really trolls at all.

Bill: A tall troll?

Troll: That’s right. You’re smart for a goat.

Bill: What did you say?

Troll: I said you’re smart for a goat!

I thought goats were stupid.

Bill: Some are stupid, some are smart.

Troll: Why don’t you climb? Appear on the bridge: we’ll see who’re smarter, trolls or goats.

Goats are stupid, trolls are smart,

Smarter than goats, smarter than goats.

Author: The troll climbed up onto the bridge with Big Bill and looked him right in the eye.

Troll: Goats are stupid, trolls are smart,

Trolls are smarter than goats, so there.

Bill: Come a little closer to the edge of the bridge.

I can’t hear you. I can’t hear you.

Author: The troll stepped closer and closer to the edge and repeated his words in a loud voice

Troll: Trolls are smarter than goats.

Bill: What?

Troll: Trolls are smarter than goats.

Author: But just as he said the word “goats”, Big Bill gave him a great big shove.

The troll fell into the deep dark water.

He sank like a stone to the bottom of the river and no one ever saw him again.

Chorus: Down, down, down, down,

Down to the bottom he sank like a stone,

Down to the bottom, down to the bottom

And no one ever saw him again.

Author: And that was the end of the terrible troll

And the story of the billy-goats Craft.

Songs (песни)

The Song about notes (from the “Sound of Music”)

Let’s start from the very beginning,

A very good place to start.

When you read, you begin with ABC.

When you sing, you begin with do, re, mi.

Do, re, mi. Do, re, mi.

The first three notes just happen to be

Do, re, mi. Do, re, mi.

Do, re, mi, fa, sol, la, ti...

Do – a deer, a female deer.

Re – a drop of golden sun.

Me – a name I call myself.

Fa – a long, long way to run.

Sol – a needle pulling thread.

La – a note to follow sol.

Ti – a drink with jam and bread

That’ll bring us back to do. Oh, oh, oh. (3 times)

Do, re, mi, fa, sol, la, ti, do. Sol, do.

You can do millions of different tunes mixing the notes up. Like this:

Sol, do, la, fa, mi, do, re,

Sol, do, la, ti, do, re, do. (2 times)

And now we’ll sing them in words:

One word for every note. Like this:

When you know the notes to sing,

You can sing most anything. (2 times)

Do – a deer, a female deer.....

...That’ll bring us back to do.

Do, re, mi, fa, sol, la, ti, do. Sol, do.

When you know the notes to sing,

You can sing most anything. (2 times)

Scarborough Fair/ Canticle

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?

Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme

Remember me to one who lives there

She once was a true love of mine

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt

(On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)

Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme

(Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground)

Without no seams nor needlework

(Blankets and bedclothes a child of the mountains)

Then she’ll be a true love of mine

(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)

Tell her to find me an acre of land

(On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves)

Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme

( Washed is the ground with so many tears)

Between the salt water and the sea strand

(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)

Then she’ll be a true love of mine

Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather

(War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions) Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme

(Generals order their soldiers to kill)

And to gather it all in a bunch of heather

(And to fight for a cause they’ve long ago forgotten)

Then she’ll be a true love of mine

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?

Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme

Remember me to one who lives there

She once was a true love of mine

My Bonnie Lies over the Ocean

My Bonnie lies over the ocean,

My Bonnie lies over the sea,

My Bonnie lies over the ocean,

Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me.

Chorus: Bring back, bring back

Bring back my Bonnie to me, to me,

Bring back, bring back,

Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me.

At night as I lay on my pillow,

At night as I lay on my bed,

At night as I lay on my pillow

I dreamed that my Bonnie was dead.

Chorus.

Oh, blow you winds over the ocean,

Oh, blow you winds over the sea,

Oh, blow you winds over the ocean,

And bring back my Bonnie to me.

Chorus.

The winds have blown over the ocean,

The winds have blown over the sea,

The winds have blown over the ocean,

And brought back my Bonnie to me.

Chorus: Brought back, brought back

Brought back my Bonnie to me, to me,

Brought back, brought back

Have brought back my Bonnie to me.

Let My People Go

When Israel was in Egypt’s land,

Let my people go.

Oppressed so hard they could not stand,

Let my people go,

So the Lord said,

Chorus:

“Go down, Moses, way down to Egypt’s land.

Tell old Pharaoh to let my people go”.

So Moses went to Egypt’s land,

Let my people go.

He made old Pharaoh understand,

Let my people go.

“Yes”, the Lord said,

Chorus:

“Go down, Moses, way down to Egypt’s land.

Tell old Pharaoh to let my people go”.

“Thus spoke the Lord”, bold Moses said’

Let my people go.

“If not I’ll strike you firstborn dead”

Let my people go

Cause the Lord Said,

Chorus:

“Go down, Moses, way down to Egypt’s land.

Tell old Pharaoh to let my people go”.

Strangers in the Night

Strangers in the night exchanging glances,

Wondering in the night what were the chances.

We’d been sharing love before the night was true.

Something in your eyes was so inviting,

Something in your smile was so exciting,

Something in my heart told me I must have you.

Strangers in the night,

Two lonely people we were.

Strangers in the night

Up to the moment when we

Said our first hello,

Little did we know.

Love was just a glance away

Or one embracing dance so way.

(And) ever since that night we’ve been together

Lovers at first sight in love for ever.

It turned out so right

For strangers in the night.

Love was just a glance away

Or one embracing dance so way.

Ever since that night we’ve been together

Lovers at first sight in love for ever.

It turned out so right

For strangers in the night.

What a wonderful world

I see trees of green

Red roses too

I see them bloom for me and you

And I think to myself

what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue

and clouds of white

the bright blessy day

and the dark sacred night

and I think to myself

what a wonderful world.

The colours of the rainbow

so pretty in the sky

are also on the faces

of the people going by.

I see friends shaking hands

Saying ‘How do you do?’

They’re really saying

‘I love you.’

I hear babies cry

I watch them grow.

They’ll learn much more

than you’ll ever know

and I think to myself

what a wonderful world.

Yes, I think to myself

what a wonderful world.

I just called

by Stevie Wonder

No New Year’s Day to celebrate,

No chocolate girls or candy hearts to give away,

No birds of spring, no song to sing,

In fact it’s just another ordinary day.

No April rain, no flowers bloom,

No wedding Saturday within the month of June,

But what it is, is something true

Made up of these three words that I must say to you.

I just called to say, “I love you,”

I just called to say how much I care,

I just called to say, “I love you,”

And I mean it from the bottom of my heart.

No Summer’s time, no warm July,

No harvest moon to light one tender August night,

No Autumn breeze, no falling leaves,

Not even time to birds to fly to southern skies,

No Libra sun, no Halloween,

No giving things toward the Christmas joy you bring,

But what it is, though, oh, so new,

To fill your heart like no three words that I ever knew.

I just called to say, “I love you,”

I just called to say how much I care,

I just called to say, “I love you,”

And I mean it from the bottom of my heart.

Happy New Year

No more Champaign and the fireworks are through

Here we are, me and you, feeling lonesome, feeling blue.

It’s the end of (the) party and the morning seems so grey,

So unlike yesterday

Now’s the time for us to say

Happy New Year,

Happy New Year,

May we all ever wish and now and then all the world where every neighbour is a friend.

Happy New Year,

Happy New Year,

May we all ever long so will to try

If we don’t we might as well lay down and die

You and I

Sometimes I see how the brave new world arrives

And I see how it thrives

In the ashes over nights

Oh, yes, man is so fool and he thinks he’ll be o’key

Thriving on, feel o’key

Never knowing he’s afraid

It’s a knowing anyway

Seems to me now that the dreams we had before

Are all dead, nothing more than the company on the floor

That’s the end of the decade

In another ten years’ time

Who can say what we’ll find,

What lies waiting down the line in the end of eighty-nine.

Let it Snow

Though the weather is sad and frightful,

But the fire is so delightful

And since we know place to go,

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

It doesn’t show signs of stopping

And I brought some corn for popping

The lights of day went down low

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

When we finally kiss good night,

Our echo goes aloud in the storm.

But if you really hold me tight,

All the way home I’ll be warm.

Finally snow is dying

And, my dear, we’re still good bying

But on whole, if you love me so

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

Yellow Submarine

by John Lennon / Paul McCartney

In the town where I was born

Lived a man who sailed the sea

And he told us of his life

In the land of submarines.

So, we sailed up to the sun

Till we found the sea of green

And we lived beneath the waves

In our yellow submarine.

We all live in the yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine (2 times)

And our friends are all abroad

Many more of them live next door

And the band begins to play

…………

We all live…

As we live the life of ease

Every one of us has all we need

Sky of blue and sea of green

In our yellow submarine.

We all live…

The Answer is Blowin’ in the Wind

How many roads must a man walk down

Before they call him a man?

How many seas must a white dove sail

Before she sleeps in the sand?

How many times must a cannon balls fire

Before they’re forever banned?

The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind,

The answer is blowin’ in the wind.

How many years must a mountain exist

Before it is washed in the sea?

How many years can some people exist

Before they’re allowed to be free?

How many times can a man turn his head

And pretend that he just doesn’t see?

The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind,

The answer is blowin’ in the wind.

How many times must a man look up

Before he can see even sky?

How many years must one lend his ear

Before he can hear people cry?

How many deaths will it take till he knows

That too many people have died?

The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind,

The answer is blowin’ in the wind.

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