The Wonderful Paignton Pudding
In August Eighteen Fifty Nine
They extended the Torbay railway line
And a very old custom was revived
In a special broadsheet it was described
One hundred and ninety one pounds of bread
Just think of all those mouths to be fed
Five hundred and seventy pounds of flour
The weight of it all increasing each hour
In August Eighteen Fifty Nine
They extended the Torbay railway line
And a Paignton pudding was displayed
In the form of a pyramid it was made
Sugar, nutmegs, suet and lemons
Just look at the size of it good heavens
Five hundred and seventy pounds of flour
The crowds to see it increasing each hour
Such an occasion please don't be late
For this event we cannot wait
On the first of August you must attend
And a fine procession we will send
In August Eighteen Fifty Nine
They extended the Torbay railway line
And a very old custom was revived
In a special broadsheet it was described
One hundred and ninety one pounds of bread
Just think of all those mouths to be fed
Five hundred and seventy pounds of flour
The weight of it all increasing each hour
The weight of it all increasing each hour
They extended the Torbay railway line
And a very old custom was revived
In a special broadsheet it was described
One hundred and ninety one pounds of bread
Just think of all those mouths to be fed
Five hundred and seventy pounds of flour
The weight of it all increasing each hour
In August Eighteen Fifty Nine
They extended the Torbay railway line
And a Paignton pudding was displayed
In the form of a pyramid it was made
Sugar, nutmegs, suet and lemons
Just look at the size of it good heavens
Five hundred and seventy pounds of flour
The crowds to see it increasing each hour
Such an occasion please don't be late
For this event we cannot wait
On the first of August you must attend
And a fine procession we will send
In August Eighteen Fifty Nine
They extended the Torbay railway line
And a very old custom was revived
In a special broadsheet it was described
One hundred and ninety one pounds of bread
Just think of all those mouths to be fed
Five hundred and seventy pounds of flour
The weight of it all increasing each hour
The weight of it all increasing each hour
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Writer(s): Bridgit England, Ian David Churchward
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