Miss Fogarty's Christmas Cake

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Mick Moloney and Eugene O'Donnell

Mick Moloney and Eugene O'Donnell are Irish musicians known for their expertise in traditional Irish music. They have collaborated on numerous projects and are highly respected within the Irish music community. more »

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As I sat in me window last evening
The letterman brought it to me
A little gilt-edged invitation
Saying Gilhooley come over to tea
Well I knew that the Fogarty's sent it
So I went just for ould friendship's sake
And the first thing they gave me to tackle
Was a slice of Miss Fogarty's cake

And there were plums and prunes and cherries
There were citrons and raisins and cinnamon too
There was nutmeg cloves and berries
And a crust that was nailed on with glue
There were caraway seeds in abundance
Sure t'would work up a fine stomach ache
Ah t'would kill a man twice after atin' a slice

Miss Mulligan wanted to try it
But really it wasn't new use
We worked on it over an hour
And we couldn't get none of it loose
Till Kelly came in with the hatchet
And Murphy came in with the saw
Ah this cake was enough be the powers
For to paralyze any man's jaw

And there were plums and prunes and cherries
There were citrons and raisins and cinnamon too
There was nutmeg cloves and berries
And a crust that was nailed on with glue
There were caraway seeds in abundance
Sure t'would work up a fine stomach ache
Ah t'would kill a man twice after atin' a slice

Miss Fogarty proud as a paycock
Kept smiling and blinking away
Till she tripped over Flanagan's brogans
And she spilled the home brew in her tay
Ah Gilhooley she said you're not atin'
Try a little bit more for me sake
Ah no Mrs. Fogarty says I
For I've had quite enough of your cake

And there were plums and prunes and cherries
There were citrons and raisins and cinnamon too
There was nutmeg cloves and berries
And a crust that was nailed on with glue
There were caraway seeds in abundance
Sure t'would work up a fine stomach ache
Ah t'would kill a man twice after atin' a slice

Moloney was took be the colic
O'Donnell'd a pain in his head
McNulty lay down on the sofa
And he swore that he wished he was dead
Miss Bailey went into hysterics
And there she did wriggle and shake
And everyone swore they were poisoned
From atin' Miss Fogarty's cake

And there were plums and prunes and cherries
There were citrons and raisins and cinnamon too
There was nutmeg cloves and berries
And a crust that was nailed on with glue
There were caraway seeds in abundance
Sure t'would work up a fine stomach ache
Ah t'would kill a man twice after atin' a slice

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