O Lord protect this festival
The riders as they rise and fall.
The jams and pickles and the pies
Competing for the First Grand Prize.
O Lord we thank thee for this food,
When we are in a cheese curd mood.
For Pronto Pups and onion rings
Doughnuts and other deep fried things.
Praise God from whom all blessings flow
Praise him for fair and rodeo.
Praise him for sugar and for grease,
And may he grant our stomachs peace.