Haulms Up!  Taties, haulms up!

Gimme your haulms, gimme gimme your haulms, gimme gimme

Haulms Up! Taties, haulms up!

Gimme your haulms, gimme, gimme your haulms gimme gimme

All your spuds. (All your spuds).  All your spuds.

 

Choose white or red for your tater bed,

Epicure with loads of manure,

That’s what I do to get more spuds from you;

The usual norm’s to ridge up the haulms

First earlies in June, then maincrop real soo;

When watering’s done they just soak up the sun.

 

Haulms Up!  Taties, haulms up!

Gimme your haulms, gimme gimme your haulms, gimme gimme

Haulms Up! Taties, haulms up!

Gimme your haulms, gimme, gimme your haulms gimme gimme

All your spuds. (All your spuds).  All your spuds.

 

Pentland Crown – it’s in the foreground

And Maris Peer – that’s sat at the rear

Then you can’t wait for them on your plate

Desiree – give you chips for free

Or Duke of York taste nice on your fork

What you can’t eat you can box up in peat

 

Haulms Up!  Taties, haulms up!

Gimme your haulms, gimme gimme your haulms, gimme gimme

Haulms Up! Taties, haulms up!

Gimme your haulms, gimme, gimme your haulms gimme gimme

All your spuds. (All your spuds).  All your spuds.