There was a lad by the name of Danny Mulligan who lived in Mullingar…. with his Mammy.
Everyday Danny wud go to de field on de other side of the hill with his wheelbarrow and dig up the potatoes.
When he had enough potatoes he would wheel his wheelbarrow back up the hill and down the other side. When he arrived home Danny’s Mammy would wash the potatoes and boil them in a pot. Then Danny and his Mammy would sit down for supper with delicious Irish potatoes and Irish bacon… mmmmmm
They did this for many years….until one day the weather turned very bad altogether. A fierce wind blew and it poured rain. Danny went out to the field with his wheelbarrow. When he dug the potatoes Danny struggled up the hill with the fierce wind and the rain pouring down. At the top of the hill an almighty wind blew and knocked over Danny’s wheelbarrow…… and all Danny’s potatoes rolled down the hill. Poor Danny Mulligan !!!
At the bottom of the hill poor Danny collected all his potatoes but they had no skin on them !!! “How can we have de potatoes without a shkin on dem ???” said Danny to his Mammy……and poor Danny was crying.
“Ahh will you whist with your crying Danny Mulligan” said Danny’s Mammy. “Don’t worry your poor head. your Mammy will make potato cakes instead”
So Mrs Mulligan boiled the potatoes and then made potato cakes for Danny and they sat down and had a delicious supper….
And that’s the true story of Danny Mulligans Potato Cakes.