The Derby Ram

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The Derby Ram 

SID STEER, voice: Recorded by Cyril Tawney in the singer's home, Holbeton, Devon, 28 May 1963..

Now, I went up to Derbyshire — 'twas on a market day —
And bought the finest ram, sir, that ever was fed on hay.

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Singing rye-doh wrinkle Derbyshire, rye-doh wrinkle day,
Rye-doh wrinkle Derbyshire; it 'twas on a market day.

Now, the mouth of that great ram, sir, I'll give you to understand,
That every time he opened it he'd swallow a bushel of bran.

Chorus

Now, the eyes of that great ram, sir, were as large as apple pies,
And they were sold in Derbyshire and made a very good price.

Chorus

Now, the horns of that great ram, sir, reached right up to the moon,
For a man went up in January and he didn't come back till June.
Chorus

Now, the fleece of that great ram, sir, reached right up to the skies,
For the ravens to get to build their nests, for I heard the young ones' cries.

Chorus

Now, the tail of that great ram, sir, it reached right down to Hell.
For a man went down with a broken leg and he came back sound and well.

Chorus

Now, the feet of that great ram, sir, I'll give you to understand,
That every time he put 'em down they'd cover an acre of land.

Chorus

Now, the butcher that killed this ram, sir, was up to his waist in blood,
And four and twenty butcher-boys got washed away in the flood.

Chorus

Now, the man that sang this song, sir, he must have been a witch,
And the man that rhymed the song, sir, he must have been a son of a bitch.

Chorus


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