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Posted on 10/15/2005 7:13:08 AM PDT by HairOfTheDog
New verse:
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Upon the hearth the fire is red, |
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Still round the corner there may wait |
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Home is behind, the world ahead, |
don't bother runnin'... you'll only die tired...
"No patty-fingers if ye please!"
Courtin' In The Kitchen
Come single belle and beau,
Unto me pay attention
Don't ever fall in love,
Tis the devil's own invention
For once I fell in love
With a maiden so bewitchin'
Miss Henrietta Bell
Down in Captain Kelly's Kitchen.
With me too-rah-loo-rah-lay,
Me too-rah-loo-rah-laddie.
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 so fine,
She set me heart a twitchin'
When she invited me
To a hooley in the kitchen.
With me too-rah-loo-rah-lay,
Me too-rah-loo-rah-laddie.
Sunday being the day
We were to have the flare up
I dressed meself quite gay
And I frizzed an oiled me hair up
The captain had no wife
And he'd gone off a fishin'
So we kicked up the highlife
Below the stairs in the kitchen.
With me too-rah-loo-rah-lay,
Me too-rah-loo-rah-laddie.
Just as the clock struck six
We sat down at the table
She handed me the tay
And I ate what I was able
I ate cakes with punch and tay
'Till my side had got a stitch in
And the time passed very quickly
With our courtin' in the kitchen
With me too-rah-loo-rah-lay,
Me too-rah-loo-rah-laddie.
With me arms around her waist,
She slyly hinted marriage
When to the door in haste
Came Captain Kelly's carriage
Her looks told me full well
And they were not bewitchin'
That she wished I'd get to hell,
Or somewhere from the kitchen.
With me too-rah-loo-rah-lay,
Me too-rah-loo-rah-laddie.
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. Mitchel
With a thirty-shilling note,
Went to blazes in the kitchen.
With me too-rah-loo-rah-lay,
Me too-rah-loo-rah-laddie.
I grieved to see my duds,
All besmeared with smoke and ashes
When a tub of dirty suds
Right in my face she dashes
As I lay on the floor
Still the water she kept pitchin'
'Till the footman broke the door,
And marched down into the kitchen.
With me too-rah-loo-rah-lay,
Me too-rah-loo-rah-laddie.
When the Captain came downstairs
Though he seen me situation
Despite all me prayers
I was marched off to the station
For me they'd take no bail
Though to get home I was itchin'
And I had to tell the tale
How I came in to the kitchen.
With me too-rah-loo-rah-lay,
Me too-rah-loo-rah-laddie.
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'd robbed her house
In spite of all her screechin'
And I got six months hard time
For me courtin' in the kitchen.
With me too-rah-loo-rah-lay,
Me too-rah-loo-rah-laddie.
It's FRIDAY!!!!!
Clever! Tho I really need to get a better picture of me in the mix...
I came up as me too. Maybe I should start throwing box fans around.
That could make a fun quiz: Which HH Weapon are you?
I'm just amazed that the rigging sortof ~worked~
Except for everyone bing Rosie
hehe
Yes, but what's the secret?
Note the date for the archives!
;-)
Good morning everyone!
Well, the wings really are that good...
So there's that. :~D
I have to admit... If I knew then what I know now, I coulda fixed it better.
A Birthday Morning Joshuaism...
Joshua came in and got in the bed with me, woke me up. I said "Look at
you! You're a seven-year-old!" He said "You know...I believe I'm already
bigger!" I said "I think so too! and he replied "I'm glad I'm bigger
because that means I'm just a little bit farther away from my stinky
feet."
Heh...kids...
Luke on the other hand decided to go ahead and sign his own permission slip for a field trip. And he initialed his homework sheet.
Wife has a conference with the teacher next week. I think we've got decisions to make. He's bored.
Ha!
Why bother you with a bunch of pesky details, huh?
Isn't that normal?
Is it 4:00 yet?
Well, sort of. But they're basically doing one letter a week...
School is supposed to be boring and beat the love of learning out of ya. :)
secret?
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