Here's a text I exhumed from the then Derby Borough Library, Local History Section, back in 1973/ 74. Derbyshire Courier, ca. 1875,(Notes & Queries....) Potatoes they are windy meat Frumity it is a treat Pudding's good when stuffed with plums But let me have my Lumpty-tums Set the saucepan on the fire And bring the meal a little higher When the milk it boils and foams, That's the fire for lumpty-tums A poultice made of milk and meal A hungry stomach soon will heal When hunger through your bowels roams It is best cured with lumpty-tums There's pork and beef and ducks and geese Flesh, fish and fowl and bread and cheese You may give me these when supper comes But I'd rather sup on lumpty-tums That valiant man John Shaw who slew Ten of the French at Waterloo His nerves and arms dealt them their doom Why? He was raised on lumpty-tums You remember well Sir Robert OPeel Who kindly lowered the price of meal It's a poor look-out at poor folks homes When there's no meal for lumpty-tums Let pale-faced ladies sit all day Their health destroying strong green tea Its acrid juice their nerves benumbs But there's no such juice in lumpty-tums Look at our healthy country girls Their rosy cheeks and glossy curls The rosiest cheeks and plumpest limbs Have the girls that are reared on lumpty-tums View our labourers, a robust race Their strong built frames and ruddy face They've nerves like steel, hearts like drums Because they were reared on lumpty-tums Would you your tender offspring rear With bodies fit fatigues to bear Pamper them not with dainty crumbs But give them plenty of lumpty-tums When the labourer's work for the day is done He retires to his home with the setting sun And as he goes he sings and hums Because he thinks of his lumpty-tums There you have it. No tune, I'm afraid but have fun!
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