Classic Poem

As I was going to Derby
'Twas on a market day,
I saw the finest ram, sir,
That ever was fed on hay.
This ram was fat behind, sir,
This ram was fat before,
This ram was ten yards high, sir,
If he wasn't a little more.
That's a lie, that's a lie,
That's a tid i fa la lie.

Now the inside of this ram, sir,
Would hold ten sacks of corn,
And you could turn a coach and six
On the inside of his horn.
Now the wool upon his back, sir,
It reached up to the sky,
And in it was a crow's nest,
For I heard the young ones cry.
That's a lie, that's a lie,
That's a tid i fa la lie.

Now the wool upon his belly, sir,
Went draggling on the ground,
And that was took to Derby, sir,
And sold for ten thousand pound.
Now the wool upon his tail, sir,
Was ten inches and an ell,
And that was took to Derby, sir,
To toll the old market-bell.
That's a lie, that's a lie,
That's a tid i fa la lie.

Now the man that fed this ram, sir,
He fed him twice a day,
And each time that he fed him, sir,
He ate a rick of hay.
Now the man that watered this ram, sir,
He watered him twice a day,
And each time that he watered him
He drank the river dry.
That's a lie, that's a lie,
That's a tid i fa la lie.

Now the butcher that killed the ram, sir,
Was up to his knees in blood,
And the boy that held the bowl, sir,
Got washed away in the flood.
Now all the boys in Derby, sir,
Went begging for his eyes,
They kicked them up and down the street,
For they were a good football size.
That's a lie, that's a lie,
That's a tid i fa la lie.

And the man that fatted the ram, sir,
He must be very rich,
And the man that sung this song, sir,
Is a lying son of a bitch.
That's the truth, that's the truth,
That's the tid i fa la truth.