This version I originally picked up from the Clancy Brothers, but it turns out one of my music books had a slightly different version of the lyrics, along with some interesting history of the song.

Chords: the guitar I am playing is tuned 1/2 step down from standard and then capo'd on the 8th fret. Most of it is just alternating between G major and D major chord shapes with the occasional C major shape thrown in the middle. I'll upload more songs with video tutorials afterward in the future.

Lyrics

Come single belle and beau, unto me pay attention
Don't ever fall in love, it's the divil's own invention.
For once I fell in love with a maiden so bewitchin'
Miss Henrietta Bell, down in Captain Kelly's kitchen

chorus:
With me toora loora la, me toora loora laddy
Ri toora loora la, ri toora loora laddy.

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'
And a he invited me to a hoolie in the kitchen.

Next Sunday bein' the day we were to have the flare-up
I dressed myself quite gay, an' I frizzed and oiled my hair up
The Captain had no wife, he had gone out a-fishin'
So we kicked up high life, below-stairs in the kitchen.

Just as the clock struck six we sat down to the table
She served me tea and cakes --- and I ate while I was able,
She fed me punch and tea, till my side had got a stitch in
And the hours pass quick away, when you're coortin' in the kitchen.

With my arms around her waist, she slyly hinted marriage
When through the door in haste came Captain Kelly's carriage!
Her eyes soon filled with hate, and poison she was spittin'
And she wished I'd go to Hell, or be somewhere from the kitchen.

She flew up off my knees, full five feet or higher
And heels and over head, threw me slap into the fire
My new Repealers coat, that I'd bought from Mr. Mitchell
With a twenty-shilling note, went to blazes in the kitchen.

I grieved to see my duds, all smeared with smoke and ashes
When a pail of dirty suds, right in my face she dashes.
As I lay on the floor, and the water she kept pitchin'
Till the footman broke the door, and marched into the kitchen.

When the Captain came downstairs, though he'd seen my situation
In spite of all my prayers I was marched off to the station
For me they'd take no bail, tho' to get home I was itchin'
And I had to tell the tale of how I got in the kitchen.

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, in spite of all her screechin'
And I got six months hard, for my coortin' in the kitchen