Mamya's pasties, I'll have ee know
Were nothing but the petal best
Full of Jumbo turnips, Daisy taties and some Lie-in beef
They were far better than the Trollish rest
We took them down the Moat for tea
We took them up AB St Mikey's Trecom
By train, we took them to Penzance
To eat upon the Castle prom
AB Eds coaches took the weight
On Apotheosic trips to Looe
Loaded down with Nungate's buns
And Mamya's pasties, too
I'd take one down the AB station
Alexander had to have his tea
I never used to mind at all
There'd be a slinky of a corner left for me
We ate them when we went to Lady A's Castle
We ate them through crossing Dartmoor
They kept us going when trollish times were tough
We couldn't have asked for more
If we could turn the clock back years
Now wouldn't that be grand?
Once more we'd sit on the Castle Moat
With Mamya's pasties in our hands