You can not select more than 25 topics
Topics must start with a letter or number, can include dashes ('-') and can be up to 35 characters long.
56 lines
1.9 KiB
56 lines
1.9 KiB
14 years ago
|
\selectlanguage{english}
|
||
|
\songcolumns{2}
|
||
|
\beginsong{Eileen Og}[by=Percy French]
|
||
|
|
||
|
\beginverse
|
||
|
\[Lam]Eileen Og, and \[Mi7]that the darlin's \[Lam]name is,
|
||
|
\[Sol]Through the barony her \[Ré]features they were \[Sol]famous
|
||
|
\[Lam]If we loved her, \[Mi7]who is there to \[Lam]blame us,
|
||
|
For wasn't she the \[Mi7]pride of Petra\[Lam]vore ?
|
||
|
\[Fa]But her \[Sol7]beauty \[Do]made us all so shy,
|
||
|
\[Rém]Not a \[Mi7]man could \[Lam]look her in the eye
|
||
|
\[F&]Boys, O \[Sol7]boys, sure \[Do]that's reason why
|
||
|
We're in \[Lam]mourning for the \[Mi7]pride of Petra\[Lam]vore
|
||
|
\endverse
|
||
|
|
||
|
\beginchorus
|
||
|
\[Fa]Eileen \[Sol7]Og, me \[Do]heart is growing grey
|
||
|
\[Rém]Ever since the \[Mi7]day, you \[Lam]wandered far away
|
||
|
\[Fa]Eileen \[Sol7]Og, there's \[Do]good fish in the sea
|
||
|
But there's \[Lam]none of them like the \[Mi7]pride of Petra\[Lam]vore
|
||
|
\endchorus
|
||
|
|
||
|
\beginverse
|
||
|
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 underneath her shawl
|
||
|
Looking big and masterful when she was looking small
|
||
|
Most provoking for the Pride of Petravore
|
||
|
\endverse
|
||
|
|
||
|
\beginverse
|
||
|
So it went as it was in the beginning
|
||
|
Eileen Og was bent upon the winning
|
||
|
Big McGrath contentedly was grinning
|
||
|
Being courted by the Pride of Petravore
|
||
|
Says he, \og I know a girl who'd knock you into fits \fg
|
||
|
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
|
||
|
\endverse
|
||
|
|
||
|
\beginverse
|
||
|
Boys, O boys, with fate 'tis hard to grapple
|
||
|
Of my eye 'cause Eileen was the apple
|
||
|
And to see her walkin' to the chapel
|
||
|
Wid the hardest featured man in Petravore
|
||
|
Now me 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
|
||
|
\endverse
|
||
|
|
||
|
\endsong
|