Derby Ram

As I was going to Derby, 'twas on a market day,
I met the finest ram, sir, that ever was fed on hay
Ch: That's a lie, that's a lie, that's a lie lie 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 spyglass along with the bosun's fid.

One morning on the poop, sir, before eight bells was rung,
He grabbed the captain's sextant 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 my trick at the wheel.

The butcher who killed 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!


Captain John Robinson (in The Bellman)