Tommy Makem - Derby Ram lyrics

As I was going to Derby, 'twas on a market day I met the finest ram, sirs, that ever was fed upon hay That's a lie, that's a lie That's a lie, a lie, a lie! This ram and I got drunk, sir, as drunk as drunk could be And when we sobered up, sir, we were far away out on the sea This wonderful old ram, sir, was playful as a kid; He swallowed the captain's spygla** along with the bo'sun's fid One morning on the poop, sir, before eight bells was rung He grabbed the captain's s**tant and took a shot at the sun One night 'twas wet and rough, sir, and the wind was blowing keen He borrowed my suit of oilskins and he took nmy trick at the wheel The butcher who k**ed this ram, sir, was up to his knees in blood And the boy who told the tale, sir, was carried away with the flood The crew of the Vencedora are handsome, strong and brave The smartest lot of sailors that ever sailed over the wave!