Pete Seeger — 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