Poems about spinach in the newspapers, 1929

I searched in the online British Newspaper Archive for mentions of spinach in 1929.

Excluding advertisements and duplicates – there is a lot of copying between local papers – and also excluding reports of vegetable prices (farming prices), I make it 639 mentions of spinach. This is post #1 about spinach in 1929.

In April, Tomfool’s column in the Daily Herald has a poem called “The Golden Market”, about a “West Country Market Town / Beyond the Malvern Hills”. It says that the people coming to market brought daffodils, so that

The darker and the paler green
Of spinach and savoy
Lay with gold bunches set between
Their ranks, of April’s joy.

(Daily Herald, 10 April)

There is another poem in the Liverpool Echo:

Some talk of new potatoes,
And some of early peas,
Of spinach and tomatoes,
And suchlike veg. as these.
But of all the garden produce,
The best that one can buy
Is the Cornish broc-broc-broc-broc,
The Cornish broccoli.
“An Evening Standard correspondent’s effort, to be sung to the tune of The British Grenadiers.” (17th May.)

As it is called The Baldwin Brocoleers, I suspect there is a political joke I am not getting. The Essex Newsman (18th May) has the same verse, and mentions that “Mr. Baldwin seems to enjoy the broccoli joke as much as anyone”.

The Homes of our Vegetables

Potatoes came from far Virginia:
Parsley was sent us from Sardinia;
French beans, low growing on the earth,
To distant India trace their birth;
But scarlet runners, gay and tall,
That climb upon your garden wall
A cheerful sight to all around —
In South America were found.
The onion travelled here from Spain;
The leek from Switzerland we gain,
Garlic from Sicily obtain.
Spinach in far Syria grows:
Two hundred years or more
Brazil the artichoke sent o’er.
And Southern Europe’s seacoast shore
Beetroot on us bestows.
When ‘Lizabeth was reigning here,
Peas came from Holland and were dear.
The South of Europe lays its claim
To beans, but some from Egypt came.
The radishes, both thin and stout,
Natives of China are, no doubt;
But turnips, carrots, and sea kale,
With celery, so crisp and pale,
Are products of oar own fair land,
And cabbages, a godly tribe,
Which abler pens might well describe.
Are also ours, I understand.

(Brechin Advertiser, 3rd September)

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