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A Song About A Tall Story

Look at the lyric of The Derby Ram and listen to the music file. See if you can sing along.

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The Derby Ram

"As I went down to Derby, t'was on a market day,
I met the finest ram, Sir, that ever was fed upon hay."
"It's a lie, it's a lie, it's a lie, a lie, a lie."

"This ram and I got drunk, Sir, as drunk as we could be,
And when we sobered up, Sir, we were far away to sea"
"It's a lie, it's a lie, it's a lie, a lie, a lie."

"This wonderful old ram, Sir, was playful as a kid,
He swallowed the Captain's spy-glass, along with the Bosun's lid"
"It's a lie, it's a lie, it's a lie, a lie, a lie."

"One morning on the poop-deck before eight bells was rung
He grabbed the Captain's sextant, and took a shot at the sun"
"It's a lie, it's a lie, it's a lie, a lie, a lie."

"The night was wet and rough, Sir, the wind was sharp as steel,
He borrowed my suit of oilskins and took my trick at the wheel."
"It's a lie, it's a lie, it's a lie, a lie, a lie."

"The people in this room, Sir, are handsome, brave and strong,
The finest group of singers ever to sing a song."
"It's a lie, it's a lie, it's a lie, a lie, a lie."

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