Description
There were plums and prunes and cherries
There were raisins and currants and cinnamon too.
There were nuts and cloves and berries
but the crust it was stuck on with glue.
There were caraway seeds in abundance,
It would give yer a fine stomach ache
‘Twould kill any man twice to be eatin’
A slice of Mrs Hooligan’s Christmas cake.
As I sat at me window last evenin’
The letterman came up to me.
He’d a nice little neat invitation
Sayin’ “Won’t you come over to tea?”
Now I knew it was Hooligan sent it
So I went for our friendship’s sake
And the first thing he gave me to tackle
Was a slice of Mrs. Hooligan’s cake.
Now Bridie Mulligan she wanted to taste it,
Ah but sure it was all of no use.
Though she worked at it over one hour
Still she could not get any of it loose.
Till Hooligan went for the hatchet,
And Kelly came in with the saw
That cake was enough, by the power,
To paralyse any man’s jaw.
Now Mrs. Hooligan proud as a peacock,
she was smilin’ and blinkin’ away
Till she tripped over Flanigan’s brogans
and spill’d the whole brewins of tay.
Mrs Hooly, she cried: “you’re not eatin’.
Won’t you try a bit more for my sake.”
“I’ve a roof to repair, Mrs Hooly,
so I’d like the recipe for that cake.”