"Eileen Óg" lyrics
Oh, Eileen Óg, now that me darlin's name is
Through the Barony her features they were famous
If we loved her, who was there to blame us
Ara wasn't she the Pride of Petravore?
But her beauty made us all so shy
A divil one among us could look her in the eye
Boys, oh boys, now that's the reason why
We're in mournin' for the Pride of Petravore
Oh, Eileen Óg me heart is turnin' grey
Ever since the day, you wandered far away
Eileen Óg, there's good fish in the sea
But there's none of 'em like the Pride of Petravore
Friday at the fair in Ballintubber
Eileen met McGrath the cattle jobber
I'd like to set me mark upon the robber
For he stole away the Pride of Petravore
He never seemed to see the girl at all
Even when she ogled him from underneath her shawl
Lookin' big and masterful, she was lookin' small
Provokin' to the Pride of Petravore
Oh, Eileen Óg me heart is turnin' grey
Ever since the day, you wandered far away
Eileen Óg, there's good fish in the sea
But there's none of 'em like the Pride of Petravore
Now it went as was in the beginnin'
Eileen Óg was bent upon the winnin'
That auld McGrath, he just kept on grinnin'
Being courted by the Pride of Petravore
Said he: "I know a girl who would knock you into fits"
With that now, Eileen, she nearly lost her wits
The upshot of the ruction is that now the huare sits
With his arm around the Pride of Petravore
Eileen Óg me heart is turnin' grey
Ever since the day, you wandered far away
Eileen Óg, there's good fish in the sea
But there's none of 'em like the Pride of Petravore
Oh Boys, Oh boys, with fate 'tis hard to grapple
Of me eye, now Eileen was the apple
Now I see her waltzing out the chapel
With the hardest featured man in Petravore
Boys, oh boys, take heed in what I say:
"When you're a-courtin', Don't make no display
If you want them to run after you, just look the other way
They're mostly like the Pride of Petravore"
Oh, Eileen Óg me heart is turnin' grey
Ever since the day, you wandered far away
Eileen Óg, there's good fish in the sea
But there's none of 'em like the Pride of Petra-
(None of 'em like the Pride of Petra-)
None of 'em like the Pride of Petravore
Through the Barony her features they were famous
If we loved her, who was there to blame us
Ara wasn't she the Pride of Petravore?
But her beauty made us all so shy
A divil one among us could look her in the eye
Boys, oh boys, now that's the reason why
We're in mournin' for the Pride of Petravore
Oh, Eileen Óg me heart is turnin' grey
Ever since the day, you wandered far away
Eileen Óg, there's good fish in the sea
But there's none of 'em like the Pride of Petravore
Friday at the fair in Ballintubber
Eileen met McGrath the cattle jobber
I'd like to set me mark upon the robber
For he stole away the Pride of Petravore
He never seemed to see the girl at all
Even when she ogled him from underneath her shawl
Lookin' big and masterful, she was lookin' small
Provokin' to the Pride of Petravore
Oh, Eileen Óg me heart is turnin' grey
Ever since the day, you wandered far away
Eileen Óg, there's good fish in the sea
But there's none of 'em like the Pride of Petravore
Now it went as was in the beginnin'
Eileen Óg was bent upon the winnin'
That auld McGrath, he just kept on grinnin'
Being courted by the Pride of Petravore
Said he: "I know a girl who would knock you into fits"
With that now, Eileen, she nearly lost her wits
The upshot of the ruction is that now the huare sits
With his arm around the Pride of Petravore
Eileen Óg me heart is turnin' grey
Ever since the day, you wandered far away
Eileen Óg, there's good fish in the sea
But there's none of 'em like the Pride of Petravore
Oh Boys, Oh boys, with fate 'tis hard to grapple
Of me eye, now Eileen was the apple
Now I see her waltzing out the chapel
With the hardest featured man in Petravore
Boys, oh boys, take heed in what I say:
"When you're a-courtin', Don't make no display
If you want them to run after you, just look the other way
They're mostly like the Pride of Petravore"
Oh, Eileen Óg me heart is turnin' grey
Ever since the day, you wandered far away
Eileen Óg, there's good fish in the sea
But there's none of 'em like the Pride of Petra-
(None of 'em like the Pride of Petra-)
None of 'em like the Pride of Petravore
