[Verse] When good king Arthur ruled this land, He was a goodly king; He stole three pecks of barley-meal, To make a bag-pudding. [Chorus] A bag-pudding the king did make, And stuffed it well with plums: And in it put great lumps of fat, As big as my two thumbs. [Verse 2] The king and queen did eat thereof, And noblemen beside; And what they could not eat that night, The queen next morning fried. [Chorus] A bag-pudding, oh so fine, With plums and lumps of fat; They danced and sang and ate their fill, In Good King Arthur's hat. [Outro] Hooray for Good King Arthur, And his bag-pudding so sweet; Let's sing and dance and have our fill, In the land of old and fleet.