Firkin - Bitchin` In The Kitchen


Come single belle and beau, 
To my words pay attention. 
Don't ever fall in love, 
It's the devil's own invention. 
For once I fell in love, 
With a lady so bewitching; 
Miss Henrietta BELL, 
Down in Captain Kelly's Kitchen. 

Chorus 
With me 
Toura loura lie; toura loura laddy 
Toura loura lie; toura loura laddy 
Toura loura lie; toura loura laddy 
Toura loura lie; toura loura laddy 

At the age of seventeen, 
I apprenticed to a grocer, 
Not far from Stephen's Green, 
where Miss Henri used to go, sir. 
Her manners were so fine, 
She set my heart a’twitchin' 
When she invited me to  
Meet her in the Kitchen 

Chorus 

On a shiny sunny day 
We were to have our flare up 
I dressed up firkin’ gay, 
I shaved and oiled me hair up 
The captain was a bachelor, 
and he had gone a’fishin' 
So I began to humour her 
Down in the old man’s kitchen 

Chorus 

With her thighs around my waist 
She slyly hinted marriage 
When to the door in haste 
Came Captain Kelly's carriage! 
I tried to run away, but was stuck there with my stick in
As the captain kicked the door in and came into the kitchen

Well the Captain came downstairs 
Though he saw me situation, 
In spite of all me prayers 
I was marched off to the station. 
For me they set no bail 
Though to get home I was itchin' 
And I had to tell the tale of how I 
came into that kitchen 

Well I swore she did invite me, 
But she called me a liar 
For assault she did indict me 
And I was sent for trial. 
She swore I did harass her 
In spite of all her screechin' 
And I got six months hard 
For miss Henrietta bitchin’!

ˆˆ Firkin

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