Lyrics

As I was going to Derby all on a market day I met the biggest ram, my boys, that ever was fed on hay And indeed, my lads, it's true, my lads, I never was known to lie And if you'd been in Derby, you'd seen him the same as I The wool on this ram's belly, well, it grew into the ground Cut off and sent to the Sydney sales it fetched a thousand pound The wool on this ram's back, my boys, grew so very high The eagles came and built their nests and I heard the young 'uns cry The horns that grew on this ram's head, they reached up to the moon A little boy went up in January and he didn't get back till June And indeed, my lads, it's true, my lads, I never was known to lie And if you'd been in Derby, you'd seen him the same as I The man that fed this ram, my boys, he fed him twice a day And every time he opened his mouth, he swallowed a bale of lucerne hay The man that watered this ram, my boys, watered him twice a day And every time he opened his mouth, he drunk the river dry Now this old ram, he had a tail that reached right down to hell And every time he waggled it he rung the fireman's bell And indeed, my lads, it's true, my lads, I never was known to lie And if you'd been in Derby, you'd seen him the same as I Now the butcher that struck this ram, my boys, was up to his knees in blood And the little boy who held the bowl was carried away by the flood Took all the boys in Derby to roll away his bones Took all the girls in Derby to roll away his ... stone the crows Now the man that fattened this ram, my boys, he must have been very rich And the man who sung this song must be a lying son of a … so he is Well now my song is ended, I've nothing more to say So give us another pint of beer and we'll all of us go away