Derby Ram As I went out to Derby, upon a market day I spied the biggest ram, sir, that ever was fed on hay Hey ringle dangle, hey ringle day It was the biggest ram, sir, that ever was fed on hay [alternate chorus: [Didn't he ramble, ramble [He rambled up and down [All over the town [Didn't he ramble, ramble [He rambled 'til the butcher cut him down] The horns upon this ram, sir, they reached up to the moon A lad went up in April and didn't get down 'til June The fleece upon this ram, sir, it reached up to the sky The eagles made their nests there, you could hear the young 'uns cry And all the boys of Derby come begging for his eyes To kick around the streets, sir, 'cause they was football size And all the women of Derby come begging for his ears To make 'em leather aprons to last 'em forty years And all the men of Derby come begging for his tail To ring St. George's passing bell from the top of Derby jail It took all the boys of Derby to carry away his bones Took all the maids of Derby to roll away his stones Now the butcher that killed this ram, sir, he was up to his thighs in blood The boy that held the basin was washed away in the flood And now my song is over, I've got no more to say Just give us eggs and brandy and we'll be on our way even found in Mother Goose recorded by John and Tony on Dark Ships DT #312 SOF
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