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Mrs. Fogharty's Christmas Cake
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Irish Scottish Celtic Rock Blues original Songs in a Stage show of Comedy Fun and Diversion from Life with Love Beer Drink and Spirit
Rollickin' Irish Stage Show
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Genre
Pop • Christmas/Seasonal
Charts
Peak #152
Peak in subgenre #9
Author
Frank Horn
Rights
2003, Darby O'Gill
Uploaded
June 15, 2009
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MP3 6.6 MB • 320 kbps • 2:53
Story behind the song
This story (as well as the cakeprobably) has been circulating for ages.
Lyrics
Miss Foghertys Christmas Cake Frank Horn 1883 As I sat at my window last evenin the letterman brought unto me A little gilt-edged invitation sayin: Bill Hooly, come over to tae Sure, I knew that the Foghertys sent it; so I went, just for old friendships sake And the first thing they gave you to tackle was a slice o Miss Foghertys cake Now, there were plums and prunes and cherries There were saffrons and raisins and cinnamon too There was nutmegs, cloves and berries And the crust that was held on with glue There were caraway seeds in abundance Sure to build up a fine stomach ache It would kill a man twice just for eatin a slice Of Miss Foghertys Christmas cake Miss Mulligan wanted to taste it; but really, there wasnt no use They worked at it over an hour, and they couldnt get none of it loose Till Kelly came in with a hatchet and Murphy came in with a saw That cake was enough, by the powers, to paralyze any mans jaw Miss Fogherty, proud as a peacock, kept smilin and blinkin away Till she fell over Flannigans broggins and spilled the whole brew of her tae Oh, Bill Hooly, she cried, youre not eatin. Try a little bit more for my sake No thanks, Mrs. Fogherty, says I, but Id Like the receipt o that cake Maloney was took with the colic; McKnolte complained of his head McFadden laid down on the sofa and he swore that he wished he was dead Miss Daily fell down in hysterics and there she did wriggle and shake While every man swore he was poisoned for eatin Miss Foghertys cake
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