Courtin' In The Kitchen
Come single belle and beau,
Unto me pay attention.
Don’t ever fall in love,
It’s the devil’s own invention.
Once I fell in love,
With a lady so bewitching;
Miss Henrietta BELL,
Down in Captain Kelly’s Kitchen.
Chorus X2
With me
Toura loura lie; toura loura laddy
Toura loura lie; toura loura laddy
Toura loura lie; toura loura laddy
Toura loura lie; toura loura laddy
At the age of seventeen,
I was apprentice to a grocer,
Not far from Stephen’s Green,
where Miss Henri used to go, sir.
Her manners were so fine,
She set my heart a twitchin’
She invited me to a
Courtin’ in the Kitchen
Chorus
Next Sunday be the day
that we were to have our flare up
I dressed meself quite gay,
and I frizzed and oiled me hair up
The captain had no wife,
he had gone a fishin’
So we kicked up our [life]
to a hooley in her kitchen!
Chorus
*musical interlude*
She slipped up to her room
I says “Good Lord Almighty!”
She came back down the stairs
Wearing nothing but her nighty!
With her arms around me waist
She slyly hinted marriage
When to the door in haste
Came Captain Kelly’s carriage!
Chorus
Well the Captain came downstairs
Though he saw me situation,
In spite of all me prayers
I was marched off to the station.
For me they set no bail
Though to get home I was itchen’
And I had to tell the tale
of how I came into that kitchen
Well I swore she did invite me,
Though she gave a flat denial,
Forso they did indict me
And I was sent for trial.
She swore I robbed the house,
In spite of all me screechin’
And I got six months hard
For me courtin’ in the kitchen!
Chorus X 3 and fade
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