The Darby Ram

As I went down to Darby
All on a market day
I spied the biggest ram, sir
That ever did feed on hay

And he rambled, he did ramble
He rambled 'till those butchers cut him down

The horns upon this ram, sir
They reached up to the moon
A man climbed up in January
And he didn't get back 'till June

And he rambled, he did ramble
He rambled 'till those butchers cut him down

The wool upon this ram, sir
Draped down to the ground
The devil cut a lock of it
To make his wife a gown

And he rambled, he did ramblе
He rambled 'till those butchеrs cut him down

The wool upon this ram, sir
Reached up to the sky
The eagles built their nest in it
You could hear the young ones cry

And he rambled, he did ramble
He rambled 'till those butchers cut him down

The man that killed this ram, sir
He feared for his life
He sent to Philadelphia
To get him a four-foot knife

And he rambled, he did ramble
He rambled 'till those butchers cut him down

The man that killed this ram, sir
Was drowned in the blood
The little boy that held the bull
Was washed away in the flood

And he rambled, he did ramble
He rambled 'till those butchers cut him down

Well the man that owned this ram, sir
Was mighty rich and fine
But not so much a liar
As the singer of these lines

And he rambled, he did ramble
He rambled 'till those butchers cut him down