Category: Uke

And

Then Lazarus laid him down and down,
Even down by Diverus’ door,
“Some meat, some drink, brother Diverus,
Do bestow upon the poor.”

“Thou are none of mine, brother Lazarus,
Lying begging at my door,
No meat, no drink, will I give thee,
Nor bestow upon the poor.”

Then Lazarus he laid him down and down,
Even down by Diverus’ wall,
“Some meat, some drink, brother Diverus,
Or surely starve I shall.”

“Thou are none of mine, brother Lazarus,
Lying begging at my wall,
No meat, no drink, will I give thee,
And surely starve you shall.”

Then Lazarus he laid him down and down,
Even down by Diverus’ gate,
“Some meat, some drink, brother Diverus,
For Jesus Christ His sake.”

“Thou are none of mine, brother Lazarus,
Lying begging at my gate,
No meat, no drink, will I give thee,
For Jesus Christ His sake.”

Then Diverus sent his merry men all
For to whip poor Lazarus away.
They had no will to whip one whip
But threw their whips away.

Then Diverus sent his hungry dogs
For to bite poor Lazarus away;
They had not will to bite one bite
But licked his wounds away.

Then it fell out upon one day,
Poor Lazarus he sickened and died.
There came two angels out of Heaven,
His soul thereto to guide.

“Rise up, rise up, brother Lazarus
And come you along with me.
There is a place prepared in Heaven,
For to sit upon an angel’s knee.”

Then it fell out upon one day,
Rich Diverus he sickened and died.
There came two serpents out of hell,
His soul thereto to guide.

“Rise up, rise up, brother Diverus
And come you along with me.
There is a place prepared in hell
For to sit upon a serpent’s knee.”

Refrain

And,

This ram he had four feet, sir, on four feet he did stand
And every time a foot went down it covered an acre of land.

This ram he had two horns, sir, they reached up to the moon,
A boy went up in January and he didn’t come down till June.

This ram, he had a tail, sir, it reached right down to hell,
And every time he waggled it, it rang the devil’s bell.

The man that killed this ram, sir, was drowned in his blood
And the little boy that held the bowl was washed away in the flood.

The little boys of Derby, sir, came beggin’ for his eyes
To kick about the streets, sir, for they were football sized.

And all the women of Derby, sir, came begging for his ears
To make ’em leather aprons to last them forty years.

Now if you don’t believe me, sir, or think I tell a lie
Just ask the folk of Derby, ‘cos they’re bigger liars than I.