Come single guy and gal unto me 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 he fell in love with a maiden so bewitching
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Miss Henrietta Bell down in Captain Kelly's kitchen
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With me toora loora la, me toora loora laddie
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Me toora loora la and me toora loora laddie
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At the age of seventeen 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 sublime she set my heart a-twitchin'
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When she invited me to a party in the kitchen
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Sunday was the day that they were to have their flare-up
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He dressed himself quite gay
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I frizzed and oiled my hair up
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The Captain had no wife and he had gone a-fishin'
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She groped me on the stairs beneath the old man's kitchen
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Her arms around my waist she slyly hinted marriage
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When to the door in haste came Captain Kelly's carriage
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Her eyes were full of hate and poison she was spittin'
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The Captain kicked the door in and stormed into the kitchen
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When the Captain came downstairs he saw my situation
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In spite of all his prayers he was marched off to the station
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For him they'd take no bail
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To get home I was itchin'
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He had to tell the tale how I came into the kitchen
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I said she did invite me
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But she gave flat denial
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For assault she did indict me and I was sent for trial
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She swore he'd robbed her house
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In spite of all her screechin'
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I got six months hard
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For his courtin' in the kitchen
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Captain Kelly's Kitchen
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| Dropkick Murphys |
