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Derby Ram
8. The man that killed the ram, sir, Was drownded in his blood,
And the boy that helt the bowl, sir,
Was washed away in the flood.
Tarn-a-fare randy dotty, tam-a-fare randy day,
Tam-a-fare randy dotty, tam-a-fare randy day.
9.  The blood it run nine miles, sir, If it run no more;
And turned as big a mill, sir,
As ever turned before.
Tam-a-fare randy dotty, tam-a-fare randy day,
Tam-a-fare randy dotty, tam-a-fare randy day.
10. The man that owned the mill, sir, I think is very rich; And the boy who made this song, sir, Is a lying son of a bitch.
Tam-a-fare randy dotty, tam-a-fare randy day, Tam-a-fare randy dotty, tam-a-fare randy day.
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Mr. William Maxwell Barclay, of 295 Brook Avenue, Passaic, Newjersey, after listening to the preceding song sang the following version. Mr. Barclay learned the song in Scotland thirty years ago.
1. There was a ram he had such horns They grew up to the sky; The eagles built their nest up there And you could hear them cry.
Chorus It's a lie, sir, it's a lie, A most confounded lie; If you had been where we have been, You'd say the same as I.
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