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