Courtin’ in the kitchen


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 maiden so bewitchin’
Miss Henrietta Bell out of Captain Kelly’s kitchen

With me toor-a-loor-a-la, and me toor-a-loor-a-laddie
With me toor-a-loor-a-la, and me toor-a-loor-a-laddie

At the age of seventeen I was ‘prenticed to a grocer
Not far from Stephen’s Green where Miss Henry used to go, sir
Her manners were so fine, she set me heart a-twitchin’
When she invited me to a hooley in the kitchen

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

Just as the clock struck six, we sat down at the table
She reached me tea and cakes and I ate what I was able
I’d cakes with tea and punch till me side, it got a stitch in
And time, it passed away with the courtin’ in the kitchen

With me arms around her waist, she slyly hinted marriage
To the door in dreadful haste came Captain Kelly’s carriage
Her eyes told me full well and they were not bewitchin’
She wished that I would get to hell or be somewhere from the kitchen

When the Captain came downstairs, he saw the situation
In spite of all my prayers, I was marched off to the station
For me they’d take no bail; to get home I was itchin’
I had to tell the tale of how I came in the kitchen

I said she did invite me; she gave a flat denial
For assault she did indict me and I was sent to trial
She swore I robbed the house in spite of all her screechin’
And I got six months hard for me courtin’ in the kitchen

Dublin 1

Songs of Dublin


Clip – Reg Keating