THE GRANTVILLE RAM (lyrics by Roberta Rogow; tune: “The Darby Ram”)
When I was down in Grantville, On a Market Day, I saw the greatest ram, sir, And Brillo was his name.
Chorus: And indeed, my lad, it’s true, my lads, I never was known to lie; And if you’d been in Grantville, You’d have seen him the same as I!
The wool upon his back was rough And awful on the hands; The Granville girls made pads of it To clean their pots and pans.
A pair of robbers kidnapped him, Their tenure was quite brief; It’s clear these people never read “The Ransom of Red Chief”>
This ram was mean and feisty, With a nasty attitude; And if he’d had a motto, It would surely be, “Screw Ewes!”