THE BILLYGOAT
Russian Folk Songs with English Translations p 42 #36

Once a wi-fie lived a-lone,
With a bil-ly goat her own;
By the kit-chen fire he stayed,
Oh the fuss of him she made,
Though she gave him dain-ty food,
Yet he longed to roam the wood,
So he wore his swee-test smile,
Poor old wi-fie to be-guile.

Dearest, kindest, bar-bar-a
Oh my pretty Grandmamma
If you only set me free,
Back for dinner I shall be;
Seven wolves I'll slay out there,
Make a cloak for you to wear
And the eighth that I shall find
Round your neck his fur I'll bind

To the wood she let him go
And I'd have you all to know,
On the moment that his beard
In that awful wood appeared,
All the wolves were very glad;
'tis my story that is sad,
To that wifies' cottage door
Billygoat came nevermore