A nasty piece of work was Barnoldswick Sam,
always drinking, smoking, fighting
cursed like a trooper  an all
did Big Bad Sam.

Some used to call him
Sam the Egg
on account of him  looking
like a egg on legs,
but never to his face
would have tore their legs off
would Big Sam.

Not so bright was Sam,
good at lifting heavy things
an throwing them about,
not into healthy eating
was our Sam,
ten pints at dinner
another twelve or so at night,
meat pie and double chips
with lots of gravy and
half a loaf of bread,
a fish or five on friday nights
that was Big Sam.

A culture event for Sam
was a night where he picked his nose
and never flicked it at his mates,
aye, right bad un was
Barnoldswick Sam.

He died at twenty nine,
old dray horse carried him to graveyard and
ten of us carried  hearse,
truth be told not many were sorry
to see Sam on  his way to hell, for a
right bad un was Barnoldswick Sam.