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Courting in the Kitchen
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Album: I Love Irish Songs
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Traditional
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Come single belle and beau, and to me pay attention
Don't ever fall in love, tis the devil's own invention
Once I fell in love with a maiden so bewitchin'
Miss Henrietta Bell out of Captain Kelly's Kitchen
Chorus:
With my tooral-ooral-I, and my tooral-ooral-addy
With my tooral-ooral-I, and my tooral-ooral-addy
At the age of seventeen, I was 'prenticed to a grocer
Not far from Stephen's Green, where Miss Henry used to go sir
Her manners were sublime and she set my heart a-twitchin
And she invited me to a hooley in the kitchen
Next Sunday being the day, we were to have the "flare-up"
I dressed myself quite gay and I frizzed and oiled my hair up
The captain had no wife, faith he had gone out fishin'
And we kicked up high life down below stairs in the kitchen
With her arms around my waist, she slyly hinted marriage
To the door in dreadful haste, came Captain Kelly's carriage
Her eyes soon filled with hate and poison she was spittin'
When right in thru door walked the Captain in the kitchen
When the captain came downstairs, though he saw my situation
In spite of all my prayers, I was marched off to the station
For me they'd take no bail, but to get home I was itchin'
And I had to tell the tale how I came into the kitchen
I said she did invite me, but she gave a flat denial
For assault, she did indict me and I was sent for trial
She swore I robbed the house in spite of all her screechin'
And I got six months "hard" for my courtin in the kitchen
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