My husband's British grandmother taught him a song when he was a little boy. We've never been able to identify the song's original source and would love to locate the rest of the lyrics and get a sense of where it's from. We are guessing Music Hall, since it's bawdy. These are the lyrics we know as he remembers them. We'd be grateful for any info you could share.

All the girls call me jam,
Raspberry jam that's what I am.
Don't you think I need a licking?

I want a wife, a wife with plenty of meat on.
Something to squeeze, something to tease,
Something to warm my feet on.