Canticle - Courtin' in the Kitchen |
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Lyrics:
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 bewitchin' Miss Henrietta Bell out in Captain Kelly's kitchen Toora loora loora la, toora loora laddie Toora loora la, toora loora-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, she set me heart a-twitchin' When she invited me to a hooley in the kitchen Toora loora loora la, toora loora laddie Toora loora la, toora loora-loora laddie With me arms around her 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 straight into the kitchen Toora loora loora la, toora loora laddie Toora loora la, toora loora-loora laddie I said she did invite me, but she gave a flat denial For assault she 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 Toora loora loora la, toora loora laddie Toora loora la, toora loora-loora laddie Toora loora la, toora loora lo la la laddie |