Irish Descendants - Eileen Og
Lyrics:
Oh, Eileen Og and that the darlin's name is
Oh, 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 in mournin' 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, friday at the fair of 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
Now, he never seemed to see the girl at all
Even when she ogled him from underneath her shawl
Looking big and masterful when she was looking small
Most provoking for the Pride of Petravore
And, Eileen Og my heart