Eileen Óg

Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Instrumental Interlude] [Verse 4] 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" [Chorus] 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