Eileen Og (Irish Descendants) with lyrics and video
(The Pride of Petravore)

Oh, Eileen Og and that's the darling's name is,
All through the Barony her features they were famous;
And if we loved her then who was there to blame us,
For wasn't she the Pride of Petravore?
But her beauty made us all so shy,
Not a man could look her in the eye;
And boys, oh boys, sure that's the reason why,
We're mourning for the Pride of Petravore.

And, Eileen Og, my heart is growing grey,
Ever since the day you wandered far away;
And, Eileen Og, there's good fish in the sea,
But there's none of them like the Pride of Petravore.

Now, on Friday at the fair at Ballintubber,
Eileen met McGrath the cattle jobber;
And I'd like to set me mark upon the robber,
For he stole away the Pride of Petravore.
Now, he never seemed to see the girl at all,
Even when she ogled him from underneath her shawl;
And looking big and masterful when she was looking small,
Most provoking for the Pride of Petravore.

And, Eileen Og, my heart is growing grey,
Ever since the day you wandered far away;
And, Eileen Og, there's good fish in the sea,
But there's none of them like the Pride of Petravore.

And so it went as it was in the beginning,
Eileen Og was bent upon the winning;
And Big McGrath contented he was grinning,
Being courted by the Pride of Petravore.
Says he: "I know a girl that would knock you into fits."
And at that Eileen nearly lost her wits;
And the upshot of the ruction was that now the robber sits,
With his arm around the Pride of Petravore.

And, Eileen Og, my heart is growing grey,
Ever since the day you wandered far away;
And, Eileen Og, there's good fish in the sea,
But there's none of them like the Pride of Petravore.

And, boys, oh boys, yeah when fate is hard to grapple,
And of my eye, sure Eileen was the apple;
And now to see her walking through the chapel,
With the hardest featured man in Petravore.
Oh now, boys, this is all I have to say,
When you do your courting make no display;
If you want to whenever you just walk the other way,
For they're mostly like the Pride of Petravore.

And, Eileen Og, my heart is growing grey,
Ever since the day you wandered far away;
And, Eileen Og, there's good fish in the sea,
But there's no one like the Pride of Petravore.

####.... Lyrics by Percy French [1854-1920]; music by William Houston Collisson [1865-1920] ....####

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