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12 Jun 04 - 12:07 PM (#1205809) Subject: Lyr Add: The Ram Song From: GUEST,Libby McKnight I had fun this week learning The Ram Song from Nowell Sing We Clear, A Pageant of Mid-Winter Carols, Volume 4, John Roberts, Tony Barrand, Fred Breunig, Andy Davis - to sing at our Open Sing on exaggeration. I transcribed the song and thought I'd post it here, in case someone else wants it. Libby THE RAM SONG from Nowell Sing We Clear (1988) As I went up to Darby upon a merchant day I spied as fine a ram sir, as ever was fed upon hay. CHORUS: Hie me dingle Darby, to me Darby dingle day It was one of the finest rams, sir, that ever was fed upon hay. This ram he had a horn, sir that reached up to the moon. A lad went up in January and didn't come down until June. CHORUS This ram he had a fleece, sir that grew up to the sky The eagles built their nests there, you could hear the little ones cry. (Cawing noises.) CHORUS This ram was fenced behind, sir this ram was fenced before And every time his hoof went down it covered an acre or more. CHORUS This ram he had four legs, sir that stood incredible wide A coach and six could drive right through with room on either side. CHORUS (Break )(Butcher repartee) 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. CHORUS This flood became a river, flowed over Darby moor, It turned the biggest mill wheel that was never turned before. CHORUS: But, all the boys of Darby had taken up for his eyes To kick around the streets, sir cuz they was football size. CHORUS But, all the women of Darby took beggin' all for his ears, To make them leather aprons, to last them the rest of their years. CHORUS But, all the men of Darby took beggin' up for his tail, To ring St. George's bell, from the top of Darby gaol. CHORUS (Break) It took all the boys of Darby to carry away his bones, It took all the girls of Darby to roll away his stones. CHORUS Now, the man who owns this ram, sir he must be mighty rich, The one that sings this song, sir is a lying son of a ...Aye, aye, aye CHORUS Now me song is over, I've got no more to say (Good!) Just give us eggs and brandy and we'll be on our way. CHORUS CHORUS |