Irish Folksongs Courtin In The Kitchen Lyrics

Courtin In The Kitchen Lyrics

Come single belle and beau, unto me pay attention

Don't ever fall in love,
tis the devil's own invention

For once I fell in love with a maiden so
bewitchin'

Miss Henrietta Bell down in Captain Kelly's kitchen



Chorus:

With me too-rah-loo-rah-lay, me too-rah-loo-rah-laddie

With me too-rah-loo-rah-lay, me too-rah-loo-rah-laddie



At the
age of seventeen I was 'prenticed to a grocer

Not far from Stephen's
Green where Miss Henri used to go sir

Her manners were so fine, she set
me heart a twitchin'

When she invited me to a hooley in the kitchen



Sunday being the day we were to have the flare up

I dressed
meself quite gay and I frizzed an oiled me hair up

The captain had no
wife and he'd gone off a fishin'

So we kicked up the highlife below the
stairs in the kitchen



With me arms around her waist, she slyly
hinted marriage

When to the door in haste came Captain Kelly's
carriage

Her looks told me full well and they were not bewitchin'

That she wished I'd get to hell, or somewhere from the kitchen



She flew up off my knees, full five feet up or higher

And over head
and heels threw me slap into the fire!

My new Repealer's coat, that I
bought from Mr. Stichen

With a thirty-shilling note, went to blazes 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 down into the kitchen



When the Captain came
downstairs though he seen me situation

Despite all me prayers I was
marched off to the station

For me they'd take no bail though to get home
I was itchin'

And I had to tel