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!