Eileen Og an’ 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
Lookin’ big and masterful when she was lookin’ small
Most provokin’ 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
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
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
An Irish traditional song by Percy French.