SC -OOP, OT, Humor (was: Sweets to the sweet, have somefruitcake...)

[Philip & Susan Troy]

In a message dated 12/14/99 10:53:22 AM Eastern Standard Time, troy at asan.com 
writes:

<< 
 "IRISH CHRISTMAS CAKE
    <from Malachi McCormick's "Irish Country Cooking", ©1988 Malachi
 McCormick, pub. Clarkson N. Potter, NY>
 
    This is the Great Irish Cake, the traditional pièce de résistance, into
 which the Irish cook/baker sank her, and sometimes his, main effort --
 and reputation. >>

    Oh, my--a great recipe, but it got me to humming a particular ditty so 
I'm going to inflict it upon the rest of you! (BEG) From the Digital 
tradition website (http://www.mudcat.org/folksearch.cfm):

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 MISS FOGARTY'S CHRISTMAS CAKE 

As I sat in my window last evening, 
The letterman brought it to me 
A little gilt-edged invitation sayin' 
"Gilhooley come over to tea" 
I knew that the Fogarties sent it. 
So I went just for old friendships sake. 
The first think they gave me to tackle 
Was a slice of Miss Fogarty's cake. 

cho: 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 
Such that work up a fine stomach ache 
That could kill a man twice after eating a slice 
Of Miss Fogarty's Christmas cake. 

Miss Mulligan wanted to try it, 
But really it wasn't no use 
For we worked in it over an hour 
And we couldn't get none of it loose 
Till Murphy came in with a hatchet 
And Kelly came in with a saw 
That cake was enough be the powers above 
For to paralyze any man's jaws 

Miss Fogarty proud as a peacock, 
Kept smiling and blinking away 
Till she flipped over Flanagans brogans 
And she spilt the homebrew in her tea 
Aye Gilhooley she says you're not eatin, 
Try a little bit more for me sake 
And no Miss Fogarty says I, 
For I've had quite enough of your cake 

Maloney was took with the colic, 
O'Donald's a pain in his head 
Mc'Naughton 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 
Just from eating Miss Fogarty's cake 

Recorded on Mick Moloney & Eugene O'Donnell's Green Linnet 
album "Uncommon Bonds". The truly memorable cooking 
disasters in our house go by this name. JCH 
Note: An abbreviated version appears in Folk Songs Out of 
Wisconsin, Peters, collected in 1941. RG 
@Irish @food @Xmas 
filename[ FOGRTCAK 
JCH 


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