Eileen Óg - John Roche

Written by：Percy French

Eileen Og sure that the darling name is

Through the barony her features they were famous

If we loved her then who is 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 O boys sure that's reason why

We're in mourning for the pride of Petravore

Eileen Og my heart is growing grey

Ever since the day you wondered far away

Eileen Og there's good fish in the see

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 hand 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 when she was lookin' small

Most provokin' for the Pride of Petravore

Eileen Og my heart is growing grey

Ever since the day you wondered far away

Eileen Og there's good fish in the see

But there's none of them like the Pride of Petravore

Boys O boys with fate 'tis hard to grapple

Of my eyes this Eileen was the apple

Now to see her walkin' to the chapel

With the hardest featured man in Petravore

Boys O 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

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