| Come single belle and beau,
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| To my words pay attention.
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| Don’t ever fall in love,
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| It’s the devil’s own invention.
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| For once I fell in love,
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| With a lady so bewitching;
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| Miss Henrietta BELL,
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| Down in Captain Kelly’s Kitchen.
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| With me
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| Toura loura lie; |
| toura loura laddy
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| Toura loura lie; |
| toura loura laddy
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| Toura loura lie; |
| toura loura laddy
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| Toura loura lie; |
| toura loura laddy
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| At the age of seventeen,
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| I apprenticed to a grocer,
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| Not far from Stephen’s Green,
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| where Miss Henri used to go, sir.
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| Her manners were so fine,
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| She set my heart a’twitchin'
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| When she invited me to
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| Meet her in the Kitchen
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| On a shiny sunny day
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| We were to have our flare up
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| I dressed up firkin' gay,
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| I shaved and oiled me hair up
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| The captain was a bachelor,
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| and he had gone a’fishin'
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| So I began to humour her
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| Down in the old man’s kitchen
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| With her thighs around my waist
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| She slyly hinted marriage
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| When to the door in haste
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| Came Captain Kelly’s carriage!
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| I tried to run away, but was stuck there with my stick in
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| As the captain kicked the door in and came into the kitchen
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| Well the Captain came downstairs
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| Though he saw me situation,
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| In spite of all me prayers
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| I was marched off to the station.
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| For me they set no bail
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| Though to get home I was itchin'
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| And I had to tell the tale of how I
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| came into that kitchen
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| Well I swore she did invite me,
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| But she called me a liar
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| For assault she did indict me
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| And I was sent for trial.
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| She swore I did harass her
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| In spite of all her screechin'
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| And I got six months hard
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| For miss Henrietta bitchin'! |