My story is a bit of a long one...
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 sublime she set my heart a-twitchin'. When she invited me to a party in the kitchen.
Sunday was the day that they were to have their flare-up. He dressed himself quite gay, I frizzed and oiled my hair up. The Captain had no wife and he had gone a-fishin'. She groped me on the stairs beneath the old man's kitchen.
Her arms around my waist she slyly hinted marriage. When to the door in haste came Captain Kelly's carriage. Her eyes were full of hate, and poison she was spittin'. The Captain kicked the door in and stormed into the kitchen.
When the Captain came downstairs he saw my situation. In spite of all his prayers he was marched off to the station. For him they'd take no bail, to get home I was itchin'. He had to tell the tale how I came into the kitchen.
I said she did invite me, but she gave flat denial. For assault she did indict me and I was sent for trial. She swore he'd robbed her house, in spite of all her screechin'. I got six months hard, for his courtin' in the kitchen
