THE
RAM of DARBY

AS I was riding to market
All on a market day,
There did I spy the finest Ram
That ever was fed with hay.

This Ram was fat behind, fir,
This Ram was fat before,
This Ram was ten yards high, fir,
And indeed he was no more.

The wool that grew on his belly,
Hung dangling to the ground,
And that was sent to Darby,
And fold for ten thoufand pounds.

The wool that grew on his back, fir,
Was fold for as much more,
The tanner that tann'd his hide, fir,
Was never after poor.

The horas that grew on his head, fir,
Was as wide as a man could reach,
And galleries there was built, fir,
For any man to preach.

There was not a tooth all in his head,
But would hold fix facks of corn,
And you may turn a coach and fix
Round the infide of his horn.

The wool that grew on his tail, fir,
Was ten yards and an ell,
And that was sent to Darby
to ring the market Bell.

And all the boys in Darby
Came begging for his eyes,
To kick them about the streets,
For they were of a foot-ball fize.

And all the girls in Darby
Came begging for the fones,
And threecore tons of oyl, fir,
Came from this Ram's bones.

So now my Song is ended,
And I can fing no more,
And he that firft invented it
Was a Ram's-head fon of a whole.