As I was going to Derby

a
As I was going to Derby
Upon a market day,
I met the finest ram, sir,
That ever was fed on hay.

b
This ram was fat behind, sir,
This ram was fat before.
This ram was three yards high, sir,
Indeed he was no more.

c
The wool upon his back, sir,
Reached up unto the sky,
The eagles built their nests there,
For I heard the young ones cry.

d
The wool upon his tail sir,
Was three yards and an ell,
Of it they made a rope, sir,
To pull the parish bell.

e
The space between the horns, sir,
Was as far as man could reach,
And there they built a pulpit,
But no one in it preached.

f
This ram had four legs to walk upon,
This ram had four legs to stand,
And every leg he had, sir,
Stood on an acre of land.

g
Now the man that fed the ram, sir,
He fed him twice a day,
And each time that he fed him, sir,
He ate a rick of hay.

h
The man that killed the ram, air,
Was up to his knees in blood,
And the boy that held the pail sir,
Was carried away in the flood.

i
Indeed, sir, it's the truth, sir,
For I never was taught to lie,
And if you go to Derby, sir,
You may eat a bit of the pie.