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Courtin’ In The Kitchen

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Courtin’ In The Kitchen – Irish Songs

“The three Irish passions in order of Importance are Patriotism, Porter (Stout) & Chasing the Ladies or in the vernacular Courtin’ . This Irish Song is all about the trouble that Courtin’ can get you into. It is also where the Courtin’ takes place – in the heart of the Irish Household- the Kitchen! So here we go with 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 bewitching
Miss Henrietta Bell out in Captain Kelly’s kitchen

With me toora loora la and me toora loora laddie
And me toora loora la and me toora loora 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 sublime, she set me heart a-twitchin’
When she invited me to a hooley in the kitchen

With me toora loora la and me toora loora laddie
And me toora loora la and me toora loora laddie

Oh, next Sunday bein’ the day that we were to have the flare-up
I dressed meself quite gay and I frizzed and oiled me hair up
The Captain had no wife and he had gone a-fishin’
And we kicked up high life down below stairs in the kitchen

With me toora loora la and me toora loora laddie
And me toora loora la and me toora loora laddie

With her arm around me waist, she slyly hinted marriage
To the door in dreadful haste came Captain Kelly’s carriage
Her eyes were full of hate and poison she was spittin’
When the Captain at the door, walked right into the kitchen

With me toora loora la and me toora loora laddie
And me toora loora la and me toora loora laddie

When 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’d take no bail, but to get home I was itchin’
And I had to tell the tale, how I came into the kitchen

With me toora loora la and me toora loora laddie
And me toora loora la and me toora loora laddie

Now, 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 schreechin’
And I got six months hard for me courtin’ in the kitchen

With me toora loora la and me toora loora laddie
And me toora loora la and me toora loora laddie”

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