Lyr Req: Courting in the kitchen

Subject: Lyr Req: Courting in the kitchen
From: jimlad
Date: 20 Jan 03 - 01:28 PM

Lyrics required for the above song

I think it starts...

Come single man and beau and to me pay attention
Don't ever fall in love,it's the devils own invention

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Courting in the kitchen
From: Charley Noble
Date: 20 Jan 03 - 01:33 PM

See older revived thread. Doesn't seem to be in the DT.

Charley Noble

Subject: Lyr/Chords Add: COURTING IN THE KITCHEN
From: Sorcha
Date: 20 Jan 03 - 01:34 PM

This says "bell", but just switch it........hope this comes out right.

COURTING IN THE KITCHEN


                    G                                  D
Verse 1:        Come single bell and beau, unto me pay attention
                      G                           C             D
                Don't ever fall in love, it's the devil's own invention
                    G   
                For once I fell in love with a maiden so bewitching
                     C   G    Am                         D
                Miss Henrietta Bell out of Captain Kelly's kitchen

                       G                                 D
Chorus:                With me toora loora la and me toora loora laddie
                       G                     D          G
                And me toora loora la and me toora loora laddie


Verse 2:        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'
                When she invited me to a hooley in the kitchen
Chorus:

Verse 3:        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 a-fishing
                And we kicked up high life down below stairs in the kitchen

Chorus:

Verse 4:        With her arm around me waist, she slyly hinted marriage
                To the door in dreadful haste came Captain Kelly's carriage
                Her eyes were full of hate and poison she was spittin'
                When the Captain at the door walked right into the kitchen

Chorus:

Verse 5:        When the Captain came downstairs, though he saw me situation
                In despite of all me prayers I was marched off to the station
                For me he'd take no bail, but to get home I was itchin'
                And I had to tell the tale, how I came into the kitchen

Chorus:

Verse 6:        Now, 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 and inspite of all her schreechin'
                And I got six months hard for me courtin' in the kitchen

Chorus:

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Courting in the kitchen
From: Charley Noble
Date: 20 Jan 03 - 01:47 PM

Sorcha-

That does look close to the basic Clancy Brothers' version. You'd think it would have made it into the DT years ago.

Charley Noble

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Courting in the kitchen
From: dick greenhaus
Date: 20 Jan 03 - 01:47 PM

It's in DigiTrad, as "Coortin' in the Kitchen"

I typed in :
Love I'll plainly show

and there it was.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Courting in the kitchen
From: GUEST,Q
Date: 20 Jan 03 - 03:43 PM

A lot just recently on "Courting in the Kitchen." Versions are posted in thread 16342: Courting, Courtin'

Subject: Lyr Add: COORTIN' IN THE KITCHEN (Delya Murphy)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 25 Feb 12 - 12:44 PM

From the sheet music, which appears in Irish Music Hall: An Extravaganza of Lovely Ballads and Humorous Ditties ... (Melville, NY: MCA/Mills Joint Venture, [n.d.]), page 32:


COORTIN' IN THE KITCHEN
Words and music by Delya Murphy
Dublin: Walton's Piano and Musical Instrument Galleries, ©1942.

           Bb                                   Bb7
  1. Come, single belle and beau; unto me pay attention.
        Eb                               Bb7
  Don't ever fall in love, for 'tis the devil's own invention;
      Eb                   Bb7    Eb       Bb7 Eb
  And once I fell in love with a maiden so be-witchin',
   Eb7  Ab  Eb    Bb7
  Miss Henrietta Bell out of Captain Kelly's kitchen.
  
           Bb7   Eb                          Bb7
  CHORUS: Tooral ooral ooral a, tooral ooral addy.
   Eb              Bb7         Eb
  Tooral ooral a, tooral ooral addy.

2. 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 sublime; she set my heart a-twitchin'
And she invited me to a hooley in the kitchen.

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

4. Just as the clock struck six, we sat down to the table.
She handed tea and cake and I ate while I was able.
I drank hot punch and tea till me sides had got a stitch in,
And the hours passed quick away with the coortin' in the kitchen.

5. With me arms around her waist, she slyly hinted marriage.
To the door in dreadful haste came Captain Kelly's carriage.
Her eyes soon filled with hate and poison she was spittin'
When the Captain at the door walked straight into the kitchen.

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

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

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

9. 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 coortin' in the kitchen.