As I sat at my windy last evening, the letter man brought unto me A little gilt-edged invitation, sayin' Gilhooly, come over to tae Sure I knew that the hooligans sent it So I caught round for old friendship's sake And the first thing they gave me to tattle Was a slice of Miss Hooligan's cake There were plums and prunes and cherries And citron and raisins and cinnamon too There were nutmegs, cloves and berries And the crust it was nailed on with glue There were caraway seeds in abundance Sure it would set up a fine stomach ache It would kill the man twice after eatin' a slice Of Miss Hooligan's Christmas cake Miss Hooligan, proud as a peacock Kept smilin' and blinkin' away Till she fell over Flanagan's thrones And spilled a whole brewin' of tea Miss Daly fell down in hysterics And there she did wriggle and shake While every man swore he was poisoned Through eatin' Miss Hooligan's cake There were plums and prunes and cherries Citron and raisins and cinnamon too There were nutmegs, cloves and berries And the crust it was nailed on with glue There were caraway seeds in abundance Sure it would set up a fine stomach ache It would kill the man twice after eatin' a slice Of Miss Hooligan's Christmas cake