Ben-David Warner - Courtin' in the Kitchen Lyrics

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

With me toora loora la, toora loora laddie
Toora loora la, toora loora laddie
With me toora loora la, toora loora laddie
Toora loora la, toora loora laddie

At the age of seventeen I was apprenticed to a grocer
Not far from Stephen's Green, where Miss Henry used to go sir
Her manners were so fine, she set my heart a-twitchin'
And she invited me to a courtin' in the kitchen

With me toora loora la, toora loora laddie
Toora loora la, toora loora laddie

Now next Sunday being the day, that we were to have a flare-up
I dressed me self quite gay and I frizzed and oiled me hair up
The captain had no wife, and he had gone a'fishin'
So we kicked up high life to hooley in the kitchen

With me toora loora la, toora loora laddie
Toora loora la, toora loora laddie

With her arms around me waist, she slyly hinted marriage
When to the door in haste, we heard captain Kelly's carriage
Her eyes soon filled with hate and they were not bewitchin'
When the footman broke the door and walked straight into the kitchen

With me toora loora la, toora loora laddie
Toora loora la, toora loora laddie
With me toora loora la, toora loora laddie
Toora loora la, toora loora laddie

She flew up off my knee, a full five feet or higher
And over head and heel threw me slap into the fire
My new repealers coat, that I got from Mr. Mitchell
With a twenty shilling note went to blazes in the kitchen

With me toora loora la, toora loora laddie
Toora loora la, toora loora laddie

When the captain came downstairs, though he saw my situation
In spite of all my prayers, I was marched off to the station
For me they set no bail, but to get to the home I was itchin'
So I had to tell the tale of how I came into the kitchen

Well, I swore she did invite me, though she gave a flat denial
For assault, they did indict me and I was sent for trial
She swore I robbed the house in spite of her screechin'
And I got six months hard, for me courtin' in the kitchen

With me toora loora la, toora loora laddie
Toora loora la, toora loora laddie
With me toora loora la, toora loora laddie
Toora loora la, toora loora laddie