Lumpy Tums from the singing of David Jones 1. Potatoes are a windy meat Tripe and onions are a treat Pudding's good when stuffed with plums But let us have some lumpy tums. Chorus: From Barley we get home-brewed ale from malt are whiskey comes But from the oats in Staffordshire Do come our lumpy tums 2. Would you your offspring render weak Feeding pap that's made of wheat? Suffer them not to suck their thumbs Give mother love and lumpy tums. 3. That breadknock man Jim Shaw who slew Ten valiant french at Waterloo His fateful one gave them their doom For he was raised on lumpty tums. 4. When I have reached my finite day Grant me that for which I pray I crave not wealth's uncounted sums But peace, and health and lumpy tums. (david jones got the song from richard fewtrell[spell?) DC
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