Firkin - Bitchin' in the kitchen dalszöveg (lyrics)

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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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’!