Song | Courtin' In The Kitchen |
Artist | Gaelic Storm |
Album | Special Reserve |
Come single belle and beau, Unto me pay attention. | |
Don't ever fall in love, It's the devil's own invention. | |
Once I fell in love, With a lady so bewitching; | |
Miss Henrietta Bell, Down in Captain Kelly's Kitchen. | |
(Chorus) | |
Toura loura lie; toura loura laddy. Toura loura lie; | |
toura loura laddy. Toura loura lie; toura loura laddy. | |
Toura loura lie; toura loura laddy. | |
At the age of seventeen, I was apprentice to a grocer, | |
Not far from Stephen's Green, where Miss Henri used to go, sir. | |
Her manners were so fine. She set my heart a twitchin'. | |
She invited me to a Courtin' in the Kitchen! | |
(Chorus) | |
Next Sunday be the day that we were to have our flare up. | |
I dressed meself quite gay, and I frizzed and oiled me hair up. | |
The captain had no wife, he had gone a fishin'. | |
So we kicked up our life to a hooley in her kitchen! | |
(Chorus) | |
She slipped up to her room. I says, “Good Lord Almighty!” | |
She came back down the stairs wearing nothing but her nighty! | |
With her arms around me waist she slyly hinted marriage. | |
When to the door in haste came Captain Kelly's carriage! | |
(Chorus) | |
Well 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 set no bail, though to get home I was itchen'. | |
And I had to tell the tale of how I came into that kitchen. | |
Well I swore she did invite me, though she gave a flat denial. | |
Forso they did indict me and I was sent for trial. | |
She swore I robbed the house, in spite of all me screechin'. | |
And I got six months hard for me courtin' in the kitchen! |
Come single belle and beau, Unto me pay attention. | |
Don' t ever fall in love, It' s the devil' s own invention. | |
Once I fell in love, With a lady so bewitching | |
Miss Henrietta Bell, Down in Captain Kelly' s Kitchen. | |
Chorus | |
Toura loura lie toura loura laddy. Toura loura lie | |
toura loura laddy. Toura loura lie toura loura laddy. | |
Toura loura lie toura loura laddy. | |
At the age of seventeen, I was apprentice to a grocer, | |
Not far from Stephen' s Green, where Miss Henri used to go, sir. | |
Her manners were so fine. She set my heart a twitchin'. | |
She invited me to a Courtin' in the Kitchen! | |
Chorus | |
Next Sunday be the day that we were to have our flare up. | |
I dressed meself quite gay, and I frizzed and oiled me hair up. | |
The captain had no wife, he had gone a fishin'. | |
So we kicked up our life to a hooley in her kitchen! | |
Chorus | |
She slipped up to her room. I says, " Good Lord Almighty!" | |
She came back down the stairs wearing nothing but her nighty! | |
With her arms around me waist she slyly hinted marriage. | |
When to the door in haste came Captain Kelly' s carriage! | |
Chorus | |
Well 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 set no bail, though to get home I was itchen'. | |
And I had to tell the tale of how I came into that kitchen. | |
Well I swore she did invite me, though she gave a flat denial. | |
Forso they did indict me and I was sent for trial. | |
She swore I robbed the house, in spite of all me screechin'. | |
And I got six months hard for me courtin' in the kitchen! |