| Come single belle and beau, unto me pay attention
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| Don’t ever fall in love, it’s the devil’s own invention
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| Once I fell in love with a lady so bewitching
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| Miss Henrietta Bell out of Captain Kelly’s kitchen
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| With me toora loora la, toora loora laddie
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| Toora loora la, toora loora laddie
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| With me toora loora la, toora loora laddie
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| Toora loora la, toora loora laddie
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| At the age of seventeen I was 'prenticed to a grocer
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| Not far from Stephen’s Green, where Miss Henry used to go sir
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| Her manners were so fine, she set my heart a-twitchin'
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| She invited me to a courtin' in the kitchen
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| With me toora loora la, toora loora laddie
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| Toora loora la, toora loora laddie
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| With me toora loora la, toora loora laddie
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| Toora loora la, toora loora laddie
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| Next Sunday being the day, that we went to have a flare-up
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| I dressed me self quite gay and I frizzed and oiled me hair up
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| The captain had no wife, he had gone on fishin'
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| So we kicked up high life to hooley in the kitchen
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| With me toora loora la, toora loora laddie
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| Toora loora la, toora loora laddie
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| With me toora loora la, toora loora laddie
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| Toora loora la, toora loora laddie
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| She slipped up to her room, I says good Lord, oh lady
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| She came back down the stairs, wearin' nothin' but her nightie
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| With her arms around me waist, she slyly hinted marriage
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| When to the door in haste, came captain Kelly’s carriage
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| With me toora loora la, toora loora laddie
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| Toora loora la, toora loora laddie
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| With me toora loora la, toora loora laddie
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| Toora loora la, toora loora laddie
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| When the captain came downstairs, do we see me situation
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| In spite of all me prayers, I was marched off to the station
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| For me they set no bail, but to get to the home I was itchin'
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| And I had to tell the tailor, for I came in to the kitchen
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| Well, I swore she did invite me, though she gave a flat denial
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| For assault, they did indict me and I was sent for trial
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| She swore I robbed the house in spite of all me screechin'
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| And I got six months hard, for me courtin' in the kitchen
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| With me toora loora la, toora loora laddie
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| Toora loora la, toora loora laddie
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| With me toora loora la, toora loora laddie
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| Toora loora la, toora loora laddie
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| With me toora loora la, toora loora laddie
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| Toora loora la, toora loora laddie
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| With me toora loora la, toora loora laddie
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| Toora loora la, toora loora laddie
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| With me toora loora la, toora loora laddie
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| Toora loora la, toora loora laddie
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| Toora loora la, toora loora laddie
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| Toora loora la, toora loora laddie
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| With me toora loora la, toora loora laddie
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| Toora loora la, toora loora laddie
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| With me toora loora la, toora loora laddie
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| Toora loora la, toora loora laddie |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Courtin' In The Kitchen, artist - Gaelic Storm. Album song Special Reserve, in the genre Кельтская музыка