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LUMPS OF PUDDING When I was in the low country, When I was in the low country What slices of pudding and pieces of bread My mother gave me when I was in need. My mother she killed a good fat hog She made such puddings would choak a dog And I shall ne'er forget till I dee What lumps of pudding my mother gave me. She hung them up upon a pin The fat run out and the maggots crept in If you won't believe me you may go and see What lumps of pudding my mother gave me. And every day my Mother would cry Come stuff your Belly Girl until you die, 'Twould make you to laugh if you were to see What lumps of pudding my mother gave me. I no sooner at night was got into bed But she with all kindness would come with speed She gave me such parcels I thought I should dee With eating of puddings my mother gave me. At last I rambled abroad and then I met in my frolick an honest Man Quoth he," My dear Philli I'll give unto thee Such pudding you never did see." Said I, "Honest man, I thank thee most kind." And as he told me indeed I did find, He gave me lump which did so agree One bit was worth all my Mother gave me. From Pills to Purge Melancholy, Vol VI, D'Urfey this tune was used for If I Stand Like a Turk in The Beggar's Opera, RG @food @bawdy filename[ LUMPUDDN TUNE FILE: LUMPUDDN CLICK TO PLAY RG apr96 |
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