| As I sat in my window last evening
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| The letterman brought it to me
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| A little gilt-edged invitation sayin'
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| «Gilhooley come over to tea»
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| I knew that the Fogarties sent it.
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| So I went just for old friendships sake.
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| The first thing they gave me to tackle
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| Was a slice of Miss Fogarty’s cake.
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| Chorus: There were plums and prunes and cherries,
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| There were citrons and raisins and cinnamon, too
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| There was nutmeg, cloves and berries
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| And a crust that was nailed on with glue
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| There were caraway seeds in abundance
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| Such that work up a fine stomach ache
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| That could kill a man twice after eating a slice
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| Of Miss Fogarty’s Christmas cake.
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| Miss Mulligan wanted to try it,
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| But really it wasn’t no use
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| For we worked in it over an hour
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| And we couldn’t get none of it loose
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| Till Murphy came in with a hatchet
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| And Kelly came in with a saw
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| That cake was enough be the powers above
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| For to paralyze any man’s jaws
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| Miss Fogarty proud as a peacock,
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| Kept smiling and blinking away
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| Till she flipped over Flanagans brogans
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| And she spilt the homebrew in her tea
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| Aye Gilhooley she says you’re not eatin,
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| Try a little bit more for me sake
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| And no Miss Fogarty says I,
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| For I’ve had quite enough of your cake
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| Maloney was took with the colic,
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| O’Donald’s a pain in his head
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| Mc’Naughton lay down on the sofa,
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| And he swore that he wished he was dead
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| Miss Bailey went into hysterics
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| And there she did wriggle and shake
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| And everyone swore they were poisoned
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| Just from eating Miss Fogarty’s cake |