Figgy Duff - The Darby Ram lyrics

As I was going to market all on a market day I met as fine a ram, sir, as every was fed on hay With me hi ringle darby, me darby ringle dee With me hi ringle darby, me darby ringle dee The horns upon his head, sir, they grew so high A man climbed up in February and he came down in July With me hi ringle darby, me darby ringle dee With me hi ringle darby, me darby ringle dee The wool upon his back, sir, it grew up to the sky The eagles built a nest; you could hear the young ones cry With me hi ringle darby, me darby ringle dee With me hi ringle darby, me darby ringle dee This ram, he had a backbone, as you may understand It stretched away to Americay and back to Newfoundland With me hi ringle darby, me darby ringle dee With me hi ringle darby, me darby ringle dee The man who k**ed this ram, sir, was up to his knees in blood And two or three old women got carried away in the flood With me hi ringle darby, me darby ringle dee With me hi ringle darby, me darby ringle dee The pot we had to cook him in was forty fathoms deep And around the rim of the pot, sir, fifty men could sleep With me hi ringle darby, me darby ringle dee With me hi ringle darby, me darby ringle dee The man who owned this ram, sir, he must have been very rich But the man who wrote this story is a lying son of a b**h With me hi ringle darby, me darby ringle dee With me hi ringle darby, me darby ringle dee