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Courtin' In the Kitchen

Gaelic Storm
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D-DU-UDU
 
 
 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 lady  so bewitching
 Miss Henrietta Bell  down in Captain  Kelly's Kitchen
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 was apprentice 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'
She  invited me  to a Courtin'  in the Kitchen!
Toura  loura lie; toura loura laddy.
Toura  loura lie; toura  loura laddy.
Toura  loura lie; toura loura laddy.
Toura  loura lie; toura  loura laddy.
 Next Sunday  be the day that we were to have our flare  up
 I dressed  meself quite gay and I frizzed  and oiled me  hair up
 The captain  had no  wife, he  had gone a fishin'
 So we  kicked up  our life  to a hooley  in her kitchen!
Toura  loura lie; toura loura laddy.
Toura  loura lie; toura  loura laddy.
Toura  loura lie; toura loura laddy.
Toura  loura lie; toura  loura laddy.
 
 
  (repeat 4 times)
 She slipped  up to her room, I said: "Good Lord Almighty!"
 She came  back down the stairs wearing nothing  but her nighty!
 With her arms  around me waist  she slyly  hinted marriage
 When to  the door  in haste  came Captain  Kelly's carriage!
Toura  loura lie; toura loura laddy.
Toura  loura lie; toura  loura laddy.
Toura  loura lie; toura loura laddy.
Toura  loura lie; toura  loura laddy.
 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 itchen'
 And I had  to tell  the tale  of how I came  into that kitchen
 Well I swore  she did invite me though she gave a flat denial
 For assault  they did indict me and I  was sent for trial
 She swore  I robbed  the house in spite  of all me screechin'
 And I  got six  months hard  for me courtin'  in the kitchen!
Toura  loura lie; toura loura laddy.
Toura  loura lie; toura  loura laddy.
Toura  loura lie; toura loura laddy.
Toura  loura lie; toura  loura laddy...
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Readable chord sheet for Courtin' In the Kitchen by Gaelic Storm

[G]    [G]    [G]    [G] [D]
       [G]    [G]    [G]    [C][D][G]

Come [G]single belle and beau unto me pay [D]attention
Don't [G]ever fall in love - it's the [C]devil's own [D]invention
[G]Once I fell in [Bm]love with a [C]lady so [D]bewitching
Miss [Em]Henri[D]etta [C]Bell down in [D]Captain Kelly's Kitchen

[G]Toura loura lie; toura loura [D]laddy.
[G]Toura loura lie; [C]toura loura [D]laddy.
[G]Toura loura lie; toura loura [D]laddy.
[G]Toura loura lie; [C]toura loura [D]laddy.

At the [G]age of seventeen I was apprentice to a [D]grocer
Not [G]far from Stephen's Green where Miss [C]Henri used [D]to go, sir
Her [G]manners were [Bm]so fine, she [C]set my heart a [D]twitchin'
[Em]She in[D]vited [C]me to a [D]Courtin' in the Kitchen!

[G]Toura loura lie; toura loura [D]laddy.
[G]Toura loura lie; [C]toura loura [D]laddy.
[G]Toura loura lie; toura loura [D]laddy.
[G]Toura loura lie; [C]toura loura [D]laddy.

Next [G]Sunday be the day that we were to have our [D]flare up
I [G]dressed meself quite gay and I [C]frizzed and oiled [D]me hair up
The [G]captain had [Bm]no wife, [C]he had gone a [D]fishin'
So [Em]we kicked [D]up our [C]life to a [D]hooley in her kitchen!

[G]Toura loura lie; toura loura [D]laddy.
[G]Toura loura lie; [C]toura loura [D]laddy.
[G]Toura loura lie; toura loura [D]laddy.
[G]Toura loura lie; [C]toura loura [D]laddy.

       [G]    [G]    [G]    [G] [D]
       [G]    [G]    [G]    [C][D][G]

        (repeat 4 times)

She [G]slipped up to her room, I said: "Good Lord [D]Almighty!"
She [G]came back down the stairs wearing [C]nothing but her nighty!
With her [G]arms around me [Bm]waist she [C]slyly hinted [D]marriage
When [Em]to the [D]door in [C]haste came [D]Captain Kelly's carriage!

[G]Toura loura lie; toura loura [D]laddy.
[G]Toura loura lie; [C]toura loura [D]laddy.
[G]Toura loura lie; toura loura [D]laddy.
[G]Toura loura lie; [C]toura loura [D]laddy.

Well the [G]Captain came downstairs though he saw [D]me situation
In [G]spite of all me prayers I was [C]marched off to [D]the station
For [G]me they set [Bm]no bail though to [C]get home I was [D]itchen'
And I [Em]had to [D]tell the t[C]ale of how I [D]came into that kitchen

Well I [G]swore she did invite me though she gave a flat [D]denial
For [G]assault they did indict me and [C]I was sent for [D]trial
She [G]swore I [Bm]robbed the house in [C]spite of all me [D]screechin'
And [Em]I got [D]six months [C]hard for me [D]courtin' in the kitchen!

[G]Toura loura lie; toura loura [D]laddy.
[G]Toura loura lie; [C]toura loura [D]laddy.
[G]Toura loura lie; toura loura [D]laddy.
[G]Toura loura lie; [C]toura loura [D]laddy...

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