MISS FOGARTY'S CHRISTMAS CAKE
As I sat at my window last evening
The letterman brought unto me
A little gilt edged invitation
sayin, "Gilhooley, come over to tea."
Sure I knew that the Fogartys sent it,
So I went just for old friendship's sake,
But the first thing they gave me to tackle
Was a slice of Mis' Fogarty's cake.
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There were plums and prunes and cherries,
There were citrons and raisins and cinnamon too,
There was nutmeg, cloves and berries,
And the crust it was nailed down with glue.
There were carraway seeds in abundance,
Sure you'd build up a fine stomach ache,
It would kill a man twice if you gave him a slice
Of Mis' Fogarty's Christmas cake!
Miss Mulligan wanted to taste it,
But really there wasn't no use.
They worked at it more than an hour,
But they couldn't get none of it loose!
'Til Kelly came in with a hatchet
And Murphy came in with a saw.
That cake was enough, by the Powers,
To paralyze any man's jaw!
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Mis' Fogarty, proud as a peacock,
Kept smilin' and blinkin' away,
'Til she tripped over Flannagan's brogans
And spilled the home brew of her tea.
"Gilhooley," she says, "you're not eatin!
Try a little bit more for my sake."
"No thanks, Missus Fogarty," says I,
"But I'd like a receip' of that cake!"
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Maloney was took with the colic,
McNulty complained of his head.
McFadden lay down on the sofa,
And he swore that he wished he was dead!
Miss Daly fell down in hysterics,
And there she did wriggle and shake,
While every man swore he was poisoned
From eatin' Mis' Fogarty's cake!
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