COURTIN IN THE KITCHEN

COURTIN IN THE KITCHEN
Trad Arr.

Come single belle or beau, 
unto me pay attention
Don't ever fall in live
tis' the Devils own invention.
For once I fell in love
with a maiden so bewitchin'
Miss Henrietta Bell, 
outa' Captain Kelly's kitchen

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With me toora loora la,
with me toora loora laddy
Me toora loora la,
 with me toora loora laddy.

At the age of seventeen,
I was 'prenticed to a grocer
Not far from Stephen's Green,
where Miss Hney used to go sir
Her manners were sublime,
she set me heart a-twitchin'
And she invited me 
to a hooley in the kitchen

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Next Sunday bein' the day
we were to have the flare-up
I dressed myself quite gay,
an' I frizzed and oiled my hair up
The Captain had no wife,
fate he had gone out a-fishin'
And we kicked up high life,
down below-stairs in the kitchen.

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With my arm around her waist,
she slighly hinted marriage
To the door in dreadful haste
came Captain Kelly's carriage!
Her eyes soon filled with hate,
and poison she was spittin
Captain Kellys at the gate 
and he's heading for the kitchen

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She flew up off my knees,
full five feet up or higher
And over head and heels,
sent me slap into the fire
Me new Repealers coat,
that I bought from Mrs. Mitchell
With a twenty-shilling note,
 went to blazes in the kitchen.

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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,
tho' to get home I was itchin'
And I had to tell the tale
how I came into the kitchen.

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I said she did invite me,
she gave a flat denial
For assault she did indict me,
and I was sent for trial.
She said I robbed the house
in spite of all her screeching
And I got six months hard,
for my courtin' in the kitchen.

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Additional Verses (Not Recorded)

Just as the clock struck six
we sat down to the table
She served me tea and cakes 
I ate while I was able,
I ate cakes, drank punch and tea,
till my side had got a stitch in
And the hours flew quick away,
while courtin' in the kitchen.

I grieved to see my duds, all besmeared with smoke and ashes When a tub of dirty suds, right in my face she dashes. As I lay on the floor, still the water she kept pitchin' Till the footman broke the door, and marched into the kitchen