Courtin in the Kitchen Songtext
von Foster & Allen

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 bewitching
Miss Henrietta fell out of Captain Kelly's kitchen

With me toora-loora-la
Me toora-loora-ladi
Me toora-loora-la
And me toora-loora-ladi

At the age of 17, I was apprenticed to a grocer
Not far from Stephen's green where Miss Henri′ used to go, sir
Her manners were sublime, she sent me heart a-twitching
She invited me to a hooley in the kitchen

With me toora-loora-la
Me toora-loora-ladi
Me toora-loora-la
And me toora-loora-ladi


Oh, next Sunday bein′ the day that we were to have the flare-up
I dressed meself quite gay, and I frizzed and oiled me hair up
The captain had no wife, and he had gone out fishing
So we kicked up high life down below stairs in the kitchen

With me toora-loora-la
Me toora-loora-ladi
Me toora-loora-la
And me toora-loora-ladi

With her arm around me waist, she slyly hinted marriage
To the door in dreadful haste came Captain Kelly's carriage
Her eyes were fill of hate and poison she was spittin′
When the Captain at the door walked straight into the kitchen

With me toora-loora-la
Me toora-loora-ladi
Me toora-loora-la
And me toora-loora-ladi

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


With me toora-loora-la
Me toora-loora-ladi
Me toora-loora-la
And me toora-loora-ladi

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 me courtin′ in the kitchen

With me toora-loora-la
Me toora-loora-ladi
Me toora-loora-la
And me toora-loora-ladi