DESCRIPTION:
From the album 'It's the Irish In Me'. Lyrics:

As I sat in my window last evening,
The mailman brought it to me
A little gilt-edged invitation sayin'
"Gilhooley come over to tea"
When I found that the O'Learys had sent it.
I went just for old friendships sake.
The first think they gave me to tackle
Was a slice of Miss O'Leary's Irish fruit cake.

There were plums and prunes and cherries,
There were citrons and raisins and cinnamon, too
Nutmeg, cloves and berries
And the icing was as light as the dew

There was sugar and spice in abundance
Sure it's something an angel would bake
You would kiss a girl twice after eating a slice
Of Miss O'Leary's Irish fruit 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 O'Leary's cake