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