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

[Philip & Susan Troy]

DianaFiona at aol.com wrote:
> 
> In a message dated 12/14/99 10:53:22 AM Eastern Standard Time, troy at asan.com
> writes:
> 
> <<
>>  "IRISH CHRISTMAS CAKE

>     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


I actually remember my mom singing this in my early childhood, although
the chorus lyrics I remember seem to have been transposed. I suspect,
though, that this was written by Americans, who are noted for their Fear
and Loathing of fruitcake, while the Irish (and anybody else living
under food rationing) seem generally to like the stuff.

Ah, well. Ta.

Adamantius
> 
> 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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