| The Salisbury Ram The Salisbury Ram/ The Derby Ram As I was going to Salisbury twas on a market day, I met the finest ram sir that ever was fed upon hay. As I was going to Salisbury 'twas on a market day, I met the finest ram sir that ever was fed upon hay. The ram was fed behind sir the ram was fed before, The ram was fad behind sir it’ll never be fed no more. The horns the old ram had sir they fairly touched the moon, A man went up in January and he never come down to June. The ears the old ram had sir they fairly touched the sky, The swallows built a nest there for I heard the young ones cry. All the old women in Derby was craving for his bones, To grind them up in powders to grease their old rum bones. All the little boys in Derby was craving for his eyes, To kick 'em about for footballs 'cos they were just the size. The man that killt the ram, sir, was covered in his blood, Five and twenty butcher boys got washed away in the flood. [ BACK ] |