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020 Courtin' in The Kitchen CHORUS:Tooral
ooral ooral a, tooral ooral addy, Tooral ooral ooral ooral a, tooral ooral addy. Come single belle and beau, unto me pay attention, Don't ever fall in love for '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. 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, she set me 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 meself quite gay, an' I frizzed and oiled
my hair up. The captain had n-o wife, faith, he had gone out
fishing, So we kicked up high life down below stairs on the
kitchen. Just as the clock struck six we sat down to the
table, She handed tea and cake and I ate while I was able. I drank hot punch and tea till me sides had got a
stitch in, And the hours passed quick away with the courtin'
in the kitchen. With me arms around her 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
spitting, When the Captain at the door walked straight into
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 coast, that I bought from Mr.
Mitchell, With a twenty shilling note, went to blazes in the
kitchen. I grieved to see my duds, all smeared with soot and
ashed, When a tub of dirty suds, right in my face she
dashed. As I lay on the floor and the water she kept
pitchin', The footman broke the door, and marched down into
the kitchen. When the Captain came downstairs, tho' 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', But 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 to
trial. She swore I robbed the house in spite of all her
screetchin', And I got six months hard for me courtin' in the kitchen.
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