Andrea's got it pretty close.

I certainly remember Cosmotheka doing this one as well.

I found this (presumably authoritative) version in the Music Hall series by International Music Publications:

YOU CAN'T GET MANY PIMPLES ON A POUND OF PICKLED PORK

By Fred Terry

© 1914 Francis Day & Hunter Ltd

I've been sent out by the missus
Just to do a bit of shopping
In every public house for pickled pork
Have I been popping.
I've been in Dunns the hat shop,
Not to buy myself a "bonnet,"
But to get the wife some pickled pork
With lots of pimples on it.

Chorus: (NB The "But" in the first line of the chorus is dropped after verses 3 & 4)

But you can't get many pimples
On a pound of pickled pork
Whether it comes from China,
Japan or Carolina;
You can go to Pimlico,
Chicago or New York,
But you can't get many pimples on a pound of pickled pork.

I stopp'd list'ning down the street
Where sev'ral suffragettes were shouting;
I raised my hat and clapped my hands
Each time they started spouting.
At last I said to one old girl,
All thoughts of black eyes scorning,
"You can get a vote, then get a month,
Then get let out next morning

When I started out this morning
I had sixpence wrapped in paper.
I've only got three ha'pence now
The rest has gone in "vapour."
When I get home I'm sure the wife
Will start her crockery slinging.
It's ten to one she kill me,
Then I'll hear the angels singing

I went into Crosse and Blackwell's,
But they made me feel so silly;
The nearest thing to pickled pork
They'd got was "piccalilli."
The manager of Selfridge's
Said, "Try the lace department."
But the lady said, as she dug me
In my "Third class compartment"