Miss Fogarty’s Christmas cake, song

Frank Toher, singing in English
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Lyrics

As I sat at my table one evening
The letterman brought unto me
A  come fetch invitation
Saying Gilhooley come over for tea
Sure I knew the Fogartys sent it
So I went for old times sake
And the first thing they give me to tackle
Was a slice of Miss Fogarty's cake

There was plums and prunes and cherries
There was citrus and raisins and cinnamon too
There was nutmeg cloves and berries
And a crust that was ladled with glue
There were caraway seeds in abundance
It would build up a fine stomach ache
It would kill a man twice after eating a slice
Of Miss Fogarty's Christmas cake

Miss Fogarty wanted to taste it
But really it wasn't no use
They worked at it over an hour
They couldn't work none of it loose
Till Dunphy come in with a hatchet
And Murphy come in with a saw
That cake was enough be the powers
To paralyse any man's jaw

There was plums and prunes and cherries
There was citrus and raisins and cinnamon too
There was nutmeg cloves and berries
And a crust that was ladled with glue
There were caraway seeds in abundance
It would build up a fine stomach ache
It would kill a man twice after eating a slice
Of Miss Fogarty's Christmas cake

Miss Fogarty sat proud as a peacock
Staring and blinking away
Till she tripped over Lafferty’s brogues
And she spilt the special brew in her tea
Gilhooley she cried you're not eating
Try a little bit more for my sake
No thank you Miss Fogarty says I
But I'd like the recipe for that cake

There was plums and prunes and cherries
There was citrus and raisins and cinnamon too
There was nutmeg cloves and berries
And a crust that was ladled with glue
There were caraway seeds in abundance
It would build up a fine stomach ache
It would kill a man twice after eating a slice
Of Miss Fogarty's Christmas cake