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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.
The horns upon this ram, sir, they reached up to the moon,
A lad went up in April, and he didn't get down till June.
The fleece upon this ram, sir, it grew up to the sky,
The eagles made their nests there, you could hear the young ones cry.
And all the boys of Derby came begging for his eyes,
To kick around the street, sir, 'cause they was football size.
And all the women of Derby came begging for his ears,
To make 'em leather aprons to last 'em forty years.
And all the men of Derby came begging for his tail,
To ring St. George's passing bell from the top of Derby gaol.
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, was up to his thighs in blood,
The lad that held the basin was washed away in the flood.
And the man that wrote this song, sir, he must be mighty rich,
The one that sings it now, sir, is a lying son of a bitch.
So 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.
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