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Courtin' in the Kitchen
Traditional. Scheduled for an upcoming Darby CD.
notes: Lots of quick words. Breathe when you can. We play the first
three lines slowly, then really let loose.
Courtin’ in the Kitchen

       G                                                         D7
Come single belle and beau; unto me pay attention
       G                                          C                     D7
Don’t ever fall in love, for it’s the Divil’s own invention
For once I fell in love with a maiden so bewitchin’
      C             Am                                           D7
Miss Henrietta Bell, down in Captain Kelly’s Kitchen

           G                                                   D7
With me tooralooralie, with me tooralooraladie
            G                                        D7            G
With me tooralooralie, and with me tooralooraladie

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

At the hour of six o’clock we sat down to the table
She handed tae and cakes, and I ate what I was able
I had cakes with punch and tae til me sides had got a stitch in
And we kicked up high life down below stairs in the kitchen

With her arms about me waist she slyly hinted marriage
When to the door in dreadful haste came Captain Kelly’s carriage
Her looks told me full well, (and they were not bewitchin’)
That she wished I’d go to hell, or someplace from that kitchen

She jumped up off my knees; full five feet up, or higher
And over head and heels she threw me slap into the fire
Me new repealer’s coat that I’d got from Mr. Mitchen
With a thirty-shillin’ note went to blazes in the kitchen

Well, I grieved to see me duds all besmeared with smoke and ashes
When a tub of dirty suds right into me face she dashes
As I lay upon the floor the water she kept pitchin’
Til a footman broke the door and he came chargin’ to the kitchen

When the Captain came downstairs, though he seen me situation
And despite all me prayers I was marched of to the station
For me they’d take no bail, though to get home I was itchin’
And I had to tell the tale of how I came into the kitchin

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