The Darby Ram

As I went up to Darby, all on the market day,
I spied the biggest ram, sir, that ever was fed on hay!

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Hey Ringle Dangle,
Hey Ringle Day,
It was the biggest ram, sir, that ever was fed on hay!

This ram was fat behind, sir, this ram was fat before,
This ram was nine foot round, sir, if not a little more!

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The fleece upon this ram, sir, it reached up to the moon,
A lad went up in April, and didn’t come down till June!

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The horns upon this ram, sir, they reached up to the sky,
The eagles built their nests there, you can hear their young ones cry!

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All the maids of Darby, come beggin’ for his ears,
to make them leather aprons, to last them forty years!

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All the lads of Darby, come beggin’ for his eyes,
To kick around the streets for they were football-sized!

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The man who killed the ram, sir, was up to his eyes in blood,
The boy who held the basin, was washed away in the flood!

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The man who owned the ram, sir, was counted very rich,
the man who wrote this song, sir, was a lyin’ son of a -

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