Geoff Hardman, a farmer living in Anglesey wrote a song with this name. Filled with double entendres it is quite amusing. A little close to the bone for some though and one needs to be careful in choosing the venue to sing it.

SPOTTED DICK

Tonight I am so happy. tonight I am so gay.
My mother's got a roly-poly pudding on the way.
I saw her put the currants in and the lumps of fat.
Tonight we're having spotted dick. Well, what do you think of that?

CHORUS: We're having a bit tonight, tonight, we're having a bit tonight.
Me mother says I must be quick to get me bit o' spotted dick.
I loves me roly-poly. It fills me with delight.
I haven't had any since Christmas, but we having a bit tonigh-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh, having a bit tonight.

Then there is me Uncle Bill and me Auntie Nell.
Then there is the lodger; he likes his bit as well.
Then there is me ould Granda; he's really very tough.
Although he's nearly 90, he's a bugger for his duff (dough). CHORUS

Then there is me brother Joe who lives in London town.
He hasn't had a bit for years. It's really got him down.
But now he's getting married, he's going to be all right,
'Cause Josephine his girlfriend says he'll get a bit each night. CHORUS

Then there is my sister Liz, and she's a lovely girl.
Her hair is like the waving corn. Her teeth are like the pearl.
There's only one thing wrong with her: she isn't very fat.
Tonight I'll give her spotted dick. Well, what do think of that? CHORUS

Little sister Lizzie, she really loves her duff (dough),
And since she started getting it, she just can't get enough.
And little brother Willie, he is an awful brat,
And if you do not watch him well, he gives it to the cat. CHORUS

Me mother's roly-poly, it really is the best.
It really fills your belly and puts hair upon your chest.
So if you are feeling poorly, or if you're feeling sick,
There's nothing better for you than a bit of spotted dick. CHORUS