Courtin In The Kitchen lyrics

Artist  : Irish Folksongs 
Song : Courtin In The Kitchen
 
												
														   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