Rotherham
We joined was in mutual love,
And so we did remain,
Till parted was by God above,
In hopes to meet again.
Leeds
Hic jacet sure the fattest man,
That Yorkshire stingo made;
He was a lover—of his can,
A clothier by his trade.
His waist did measure three yards round,
He weighed almost three hundred pounds;
His flesh did weigh full twenty stone—
His flesh, I say, he had no bone,
At least ’tis said that he had none.