Roll up roll up, come and see the fat girl
40 stone of loveliness and every bit her own
Ee she were a big un, wi accent on the big
And all the fellers wi walkin' stick were givin' her a dig.
She were a great big lassie as didn't known her chassis
Were blown up wi air I do declare
Everthing were champion until some silly clown,
stabbed her wi a pin, said the showman wi' a frown
All 'ands to the pump me lads me vessel's going down
At the Rawtenstall annual fair.