It all passed so quickly by
Underneath her golden sky
Here lies the world of the kitchen girl
As daytime turns to night
Keep the kettles aflame, the ovens on high
Coming in by the dozens
Cut against the grain so the meat don't dry
We'll all be crying with the onions
Now it won't be long
Till the rooms are filled with song
There'll be bread in the hall for one and all
In our home where we all belong
Keep the kettles aflame, the ovens on high
Coming in by the dozens
Cut against the grain so the meat don't dry
We'll all be crying with the onions
As the day bids us farewell
With a tale or two to tell
By the candlelight and the breath of night
In the home of the kitchen girl
Keep the kettles aflame, the ovens on high
Coming in by the dozens
Cut against the grain so the meat don't dry
We'll all be crying with the onions
Keep the kettles aflame, the ovens on high
Coming in by the dozens
Cut against the grain so the meat don't dry
We'll all be crying with the onions
Keep the kettles aflame, the ovens on high
Coming in by the dozens
Cut against the grain so the meat don't dry
We'll all be crying with the onions
Keep the kettles aflame, the ovens on high
Coming in by the dozens
Cut against the grain so the meat don't dry
We'll all be crying with the onions
Keep the kettles aflame, the ovens on high
Coming in by the dozens
Cut against the grain so the meat don't dry
We'll all be crying with the onions