Lyrics Courtin' in the Kitchen - Andy Stewart

Courtin' in the Kitchen

Come single belle and beau, unto me pay attention
Don’t ever fall in love, for 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
Come, ma toora loora la a toora loora laddie
A toora loora lie a 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 and she set me heart a-twitchin'
When she invited me to a hooley in the kitchen
Come, ma toora loora la a toora loora laddie
A toora loora lie a toora loora laddie
Next Sunday bein' the day that we were to have the flare-up
I dressed meself quite gay and I oiled and frizzed me hair up
The Captain wasn’t home and oh he had gone a-fishin'
So we kicked up high life down below in the kitchen
Come, ma toora loora la a toora loora laddie
A toora loora lie a toora loora laddie
With her arms 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
Come, ma toora loora la a toora loora laddie
A toora loora lie a toora loora laddie
When the Captain came downstairs, though he saw me situation
In despite 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 of how I came into the kitchen
Come, ma toora loora la a toora loora laddie
A toora loora lie a toora loora laddie
I said she did invite me, but she gave a flat denial
For assault did indict me, and I was sent for trial
She swore I robbed the house and in spite of all her schreechin'
And I got six months hard for me courtin' in the kitchen
Come, ma toora loora la a toora loora laddie
A toora loora lie a toora loora laddie
A toora loora lie a toora loora laddie
A toora loora lie a toora loora laddie