I got my Barmbrack
And I'm ready to go
There's nothing sweeter then you
Cake so let's go
I love tasty cakes they
Make my heart race
And my blood pressure is about to blow and
There's no other cakes for me because
You're simply too delicious
A sweet tooth I have and
whipped cream and jam
it made me I'm glad
So forget sharing because
This beautiful cake it’s all mine.
In many areas of Ireland, it was traditional to bake a large barmbrack on New Year's Eve by the woman of the house. As nightfall approached, three bites would be taken out of the cake by the man of the house and thrown against the front door while invoking the Holy Spirit. This was to ward off poverty or starvation. After an invocation, the family would gather and eat the fragments of cake. In a variant of this tradition from west County Limerick, the door was struck three times with the cake with a different recitation.
Irish cake on Halloween.