NCE on a time there were three Billy-goats, who were to
go up to the hill-side to make themselves fat, and
the name of all three was Gruff.
On the way up was a bridge over a burn they had to
cross; and under this bridge lived a great ugly Troll,
with eyes as big as saucers, and a nose as long as a
poker.
So first of all came the youngest billy-goat Gruff to
cross the bridge.
"Trip, trap; trip, trap!" went the bridge.
"WHO'S THAT tripping over my bridge?" roared the Troll.
"Oh! it is only I, the tiniest billy-goat Gruff; and
I'm going up to the hill-side to make myself fat," said
the billy-goat, with such a small voice.
"Now, I'm coming to gobble you up," said the Troll.
"Oh, no! pray don't take me. I'm too little, that I
am," said the billy-goat; "wait a bit till the second
billy-goat Gruff comes. He's much bigger."
"Well! be off with you," said the Troll.
A little while after came the second billy-goat Gruff
to cross the bridge.
"TRIP, TRAP! TRIP, TRAP! TRIP, TRAP!" went the bridge.
"WHO'S THAT tripping over my bridge?" roared the Troll.
"Oh! it's the second billy-goat Gruff, and I'm going up
to the hill-side to make myself fat," said the
billy-goat, who hadn't such a small voice.
"Now, I'm coming to gobble you up," said the Troll.
"Oh, no! don't take me. Wait a little till the big
billy-goat Gruff comes. He's much bigger."
"Very well! be off with you," said the Troll.
But just then up came the big billy-goat Gruff.
"TRIP, TRAP! TRIP, TRAP! TRIP, TRAP!" went the bridge,
for the billy-goat was so heavy that the bridge creaked
and groaned under him.
"WHO'S THAT tramping over my bridge?" roared the Troll.
"IT'S I! THE BIG BILLY-GOAT GRUFF," said the
billy-goat, who had an ugly, hoarse voice of his own.
"Now, I'm coming to gobble you up," roared the Troll.
"Well, come along! I've got two spears,
And I'll poke your nose and pierce your ears;
I've got besides two curling-stones,
And I'll bruise your body and rattle your bones."
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That was what the big billy-goat said; and so he flew
at the Troll, and tossed him out into the burn, and
after that he went up to the hill-side. There the
billy-goats got so fat they were scarcely able to walk
home again; and if the fat hasn't fallen off them, why
they're still fat; and so:
Snip, snap, snout,
This tale's told out.
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