Location: Havana
| As I was going to Derby, 'twas on a market day, I met the finest ram, sirs, that ever was fed upon hay.
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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.
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This wonderful old ram, sir, was playful as a kid; He swallowed the captain's spyglass along with the bo'sun's fid.
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One morning on the poop, sir, afore eight bells was struck, He climbed up to the sky's I yard an' sat down on the trunk.
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This wonderful ol'ram, sir, he tried a silly trick, He tried to jump a five-barrel fence and landed in a rick.
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This wonderful ol'ram, sir, it grew two horns of brass, One grew out o' his shoulder blade, t'other turned into a mast.
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An' when this ram was killed, sir, the butcher was covered in blood, Five and twenty butcher boys was carried away the flood.
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An' when this ram was z dead, sir, they buried it in St. Joan's, It tool ten men an' an elephant to carry one of it's bones.
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