Eileen Óg (The Pride of Petravore)

Here’s another of the late 19th, early 20th century classics. Percy French wrote the words, supposedly set to a traditional tune, although I have not found any indication of what that original tune was. Here Cathy Jordan and friends sing Eileen Óg for a LiveTrad webcast.

*Óg = young
*Petravore is a town name made up by Percy French

Eileen Óg

Eileen Óg 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

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

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Red-Haired Mary

An upbeat song about the trials of love in County Kerry. Cathy Jordan performs live with the mighty band Dervish.

Red-Haired Mary

As I was going to the fair of Dingle
One fine morning last July
A fine young man came up behind me
“Red-haired Mary,” did he cry

“Will you come with me, my red-haired Mary?
The donkey, he can carry two”
I looked at him, me eyes did twinkle
Me cheeks, they were a rosy hue

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The Cat She Went a Hunting

This song by Sonny Condell and “Scullion” was first recorded in the 70s. A great fun song, newly written but definitely in the Irish tradition. It’s sung by Cathy Jordan of Dervish with Sonny Condell himself.

The cat she went a-hunting and found the barn a-blazing
In fact she’s come a-calling, a-calling, a-calling
Wake up farm boys! The barn is burning down!

Chorus 
And the cat she’s got to hide herself behind the rat she’s eating
So as not to show a smirk and maybe get a beating
The farmer slips on his dungarees and he falls down the stairs
The rats came out in their hundreds and the cat she caught a-plenty
She’s got the artful dodger, the dodger, the dodger
She spied him in the burning hay the barn is burning down!

The fire brigade is coming and frying chicken singing
And we’ll be sitting on boiled eggs, on boiled eggs, on boiled eggs
So open the cage and hose us down we may get a dozen a day

The roof is starting to crumble, sparks fly up in the night sky
The dogs are wearing their tails down, their tails down, their tails down
The boys have made a chain in the yard and they’re passing the pails along

The cat she went a-hunting and found the barn a-blazing
In fact she’s come a-calling, a-calling, a-calling
Wake up farm boys! The barn is burning down!