Right, sorry here it is.

Roll up, roll up, see the bearded lady
See the lovely lady dressed in nothing but her beard
In went the lads and ee but she were bold
'Cos she'd nothin' but her whiskers on to keep her from the cold
Well little Ben Brown he bent down
And he tied the lass's whiskers to her chair
THEN HE SHOUTED FIRE, FIRE
Just to give the lass a scare
She buggered off and left her whiskers there
And ee she did look champion when she lost all her hair
At the Rawtenstall Annual Fair

Dick Miles [philistine]