This is an old music-hall song, which I'm sure Orla has heard.
It was sung by Gracie Fields, a singer from Lancashire, who started in show business in 1910, doing Music Hall Revues (vaudeville) and touring with her husband.
She became very popular in the UK. She survived cervical cancer in 1939, and as she was recovering in Capri, she was bombarded with get-well cards and gifts.
After WWII was declared in 1939, her songs touched the hearts of the British people and she became even more popular.
She could make the Brits cry with her sad nostalgic songs, stand up and cheer with her patriotic songs, or laugh out loud with her funny songs.
She did a lot of work for various charities, and was not afraid to roll up her sleeves and work in a veterans hospital.
She made a final appearance in 1978 at the Royal Variety Show at the age of 80; it was her last performance.
She had a very broad Lancashire accent, and missed the 'h' off the beginning of words, as in this song, which she sang as "I took my 'arp to a party":
Christmas is comin', Christmas is comin'
Christmas is comin' again
But that never thrills me, the thought of it chills me
I tell you it fills me with pain
It makes me remember a Christmas gone by
When I was extremely upset
A night in December, an evening that I
Would very much rather forget
For I took me harp to a party but nobody asked me to play
The others were jolly and 'earty but I wasn't feelin' so gay
They might have said play us a tune we can sing
But somehow I don't think they noticed the thing
I took me harp to a party but nobody asked me to play
So I took the darned thing away
They asked Mrs Morgan to play her mouth-organ
And somebody else did a dance
They Let Mrs Carter perform a sonata
But I wasn't given a chance
A north country person called Sandy McPherson
Played bagpipes and took off his coat
While both the Miss Fawcetts bust out of their corsets
In trying to take a top note
But I took me harp to a party, nobody asked me to play
The others were jolly and 'earty but I wasn't feelin' so gay
I felt so ashamed at not strikin' a note
That I tried to hide the thing under me coat
I took me harp to a party but nobody asked me to play
So I took the darned thing away
They sang Home Sweet Home and The Banks of Loch Lomond
And All the King's Horses, then Trees
While nephews and nieces kept playin' their pieces
And spreadin' their jam on the keys
A daughter called Lena, played her concertina
We all played ridiculous games
'Til old Mr Dyer, set his whiskers on fire
And a fire engine played on the flames
But I took me harp to a party but nobody asked me to play
So I took the darned thing away!