Hello Friends,
Gerald is Highland Flinging right now and he forgot to invite the next person to post a teaser, so I am cheating a bit by going out of turn to keep things moving until his return.
In which song did someone submit a defence, had it rejected and what was the outcome?
Don't all rush at once.
Adios Amigos. Bernie
A Cheating/Testing'TEASER'
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Teaser
Would it be this? not much time to think about it.
COORTIN' IN THE KITCHEN
Come single belle and beau, to me now pay attention
And love I'll plainly show is the divil own Invention
For once in love I fell with a maiden's smiles bewitching
Miss Henrietta Bell Down to Captain Phibb's kitchen
Chorus:
Ri– tooral-oor-al lah Ri– tooral-oor-al addy
Ri– tooral-oor-al lah tooral-oor-al addy
At the age of seventeen I was tied unto a grocer,
Not far from Stephen's Green, where Miss Bell for tea would go, sir.
Her manners were so free, she set my heart a twitching,
She invited me to tea, down in Captain Phibbs's kitchen.
Next Sunday being the day, we were to have the flare up,
I dressed myself quite gay, an' I frizzed and oiled my hair up.
As the captain had no wife, he had gone out a-fishin',
So we kicked up high life, below-stairs in the kitchen.
Just as the clock struck six we sat down to the table;
She handed tea and cakes—I ate while I was able.
I ate cakes, drank punch and tea, till my side had got a stitch in,
And the hours flew quick away, while coortin' in the kitchen.
With my arms round her waist I kissed—she hinted marriage
To the door in dreadful haste came Captain Phibbs's carriage.
Her looks told me full well, that moment she was wishin'
That I'd get out to Hell, or somewhere far from the kitchen.
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. Stitchen
With a thirty-shilling note, went to blazes in the kitchen.
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.
When the captain came down stairs, though he seen my situation,
In spite of all my prayers I was marched off to the station.
For me they'd take no bail, tho' to get home I was itchin',
But I had to tell the tale, of how I came into the kitchen.
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 robbed the house in spite of all her screechin'.
So I six months went round the rack for coortin' the kitchen.
COORTIN' IN THE KITCHEN
Come single belle and beau, to me now pay attention
And love I'll plainly show is the divil own Invention
For once in love I fell with a maiden's smiles bewitching
Miss Henrietta Bell Down to Captain Phibb's kitchen
Chorus:
Ri– tooral-oor-al lah Ri– tooral-oor-al addy
Ri– tooral-oor-al lah tooral-oor-al addy
At the age of seventeen I was tied unto a grocer,
Not far from Stephen's Green, where Miss Bell for tea would go, sir.
Her manners were so free, she set my heart a twitching,
She invited me to tea, down in Captain Phibbs's kitchen.
Next Sunday being the day, we were to have the flare up,
I dressed myself quite gay, an' I frizzed and oiled my hair up.
As the captain had no wife, he had gone out a-fishin',
So we kicked up high life, below-stairs in the kitchen.
Just as the clock struck six we sat down to the table;
She handed tea and cakes—I ate while I was able.
I ate cakes, drank punch and tea, till my side had got a stitch in,
And the hours flew quick away, while coortin' in the kitchen.
With my arms round her waist I kissed—she hinted marriage
To the door in dreadful haste came Captain Phibbs's carriage.
Her looks told me full well, that moment she was wishin'
That I'd get out to Hell, or somewhere far from the kitchen.
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. Stitchen
With a thirty-shilling note, went to blazes in the kitchen.
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.
When the captain came down stairs, though he seen my situation,
In spite of all my prayers I was marched off to the station.
For me they'd take no bail, tho' to get home I was itchin',
But I had to tell the tale, of how I came into the kitchen.
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 robbed the house in spite of all her screechin'.
So I six months went round the rack for coortin' the kitchen.
Regards
John.
John.
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Hello John,
I am amazed, you not only spotted it straight away but treated us to the full lyric. You must have a copy of the song because it differs quite a bit from the version on Ruby's track. However, because it is so much more detailed it makes it even more interesting and enjoyable.
From Ruby's version my answer would have been this: -
A seventeen year old apprentice to a grocer who went courting Henrietta Bell, out of Capt. Kelly's kitchen. Despite his pleas he got - 6 months hard labour for his 'Coortin' in the Kitchen'.
Well done John- your gold star is on it's way.
Adios Amigo. Bernie.
I am amazed, you not only spotted it straight away but treated us to the full lyric. You must have a copy of the song because it differs quite a bit from the version on Ruby's track. However, because it is so much more detailed it makes it even more interesting and enjoyable.
From Ruby's version my answer would have been this: -
A seventeen year old apprentice to a grocer who went courting Henrietta Bell, out of Capt. Kelly's kitchen. Despite his pleas he got - 6 months hard labour for his 'Coortin' in the Kitchen'.
Well done John- your gold star is on it's way.
Adios Amigo. Bernie.