Eileen Og


Eileen Og, and that the darlin’s name is
Through the Barony her features, they were famous
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
Boys, Oh boys, sure that’s the reason why
We’re in mournin’ for the Pride of Petravore

Eileen Og, me heart is growin’ grey
Ever since the day you wandered far away
Eileen Og, there’s good fish in the say
But there’s none of them like the Pride of Petravore

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
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 provokin’ for the Pride of Petravore

So it went as ’twas in the beginning
Eileen Og was bent upon the winning
Big McGrath contentedly was grinning
Being courted by the Pride of Petravore
Sez he: “I know a girl that could knock you into fits”
At that Eileen nearly lost her wits
The upshot of the ruction was that now the robber sits
With his arm around the Pride of Petravore

Boys, Oh boys, with fate ’tis hard to grapple
Of my eyes, ’tis Eileen was the apple
Now to see her walking to the chapel
With the hardest featured man in Petravore
Now then boys, this is all I have to say
When you do your courting, make no display
If you want them to run after you, just walk the other way
For they’re mostly like the Pride of Petravore




Song Themes

Love spurned


Percy French