[C] Eileen Og me [G] heart is growin’ grey,
[B] Ever since the day you [e] wandered far away
[C] Eileen Og there’s [G] good fish in the say,
But there’s [e] none of them like the [B] Pride of Petrav[e]ore

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

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
Boys, oh boys, with fate ’tis hard to grapple

Of my eyes ’tis Eileen was the apple
Now to see her marchin’ to the chapel
With the hardest featured man in Petravore
Now, boys, this is all I have to say
When you do your courtin’ 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

The Dubliners (Hauptdarsteller). Celtic Airs 2008, MP3-Download, € 0,89

Danny Doogan’s Jubilee / Eileen Og / The Star Of County Down

Steve O’Shea (Hauptdarsteller). K-Tel 2008, MP3-Download, € 0,77

Chorus:
Green grow the rushes, O;
Green grow the rushes, O;
The sweetest hours that e’er I spend,
Are spent among the lasses, O.

The war’ly race may riches chase,
An’ riches still may fly them, O;
An’ tho’ at last they catch them fast,
Their hearts can ne’er enjoy them, O.

But gie me a cannie hour at e’en,
My arms about my dearie, O,
An’ war’ly cares an’ war’ly men
May a’ gae tapsalteerie, O!

For you sae douce, ye sneer at this;
Ye’re nought but senseless asses, O;
The wisest man the warl’ e’er saw,
He dearly lov’d the lasses, O.

Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears
Her noblest work she classes, O:
Her prentice han’ she try’d on man,
An’ then she made the lasses, O.

Green Grow The Rushes

Tommy Fleming (Hauptdarsteller). RMG Digital 2010, MP3-Download,

[e] True you ride the finest horse [C] I’ve ever seen,
[D] Standing 16 1″ or 2″ with [e] eyes wild and green,
You ride the horse so well, hands light to the touch.
I could never go with you no matter how I wanted to.

Ride on, see you, I could never go with you,
No matter how I wanted to.

When you ride into the night without a trace behind,
Run your claw along my gut, one last time;
I turn to face an empty space where you used to lie
And look for the spark to light the night through the teardrop in my eye

A [e] blacksmith courted [D] me, nine [e] months and [D] bet [e] ter
he [e] fairly won my [D] heart, he wrote [e] me a [D] let [e] ter
with his [G] hammer [A] in his [e] hand, he looked quite cle [D] ver
and if [e] I were with my love, I’d [e] live [D] for [e] ever

But where is my love gone, with his cheeks like roses?
and his good black billy cock gun decked around with primroses?
I’m afraid the scorching sun will shine and burn his beauty
and if I were with my love, I’d do my duty

Strange news is come to town, strange news is carried
stange news flies up and down that my love is married
I wish them both much joy though they can’t hear me
and may God reward him well for this slighting of me

Don’t you remember when you lay beside me,
you said you’d marry me and ne’er deny me
if I said I’d marry, it was only for to try you
so bring your witness love and I’ll not deny you

Oh, witness have I none save God almighty
and may he reward you well for the slighting of me
her lips grew pale and wan, it made her poor heart tremble
to think she loved a one and he proved deceitful

The Blacksmith

Déanta (Hauptdarsteller). Green Linnet 2006, MP3-Download, € 0,99

The Blacksmith

Planxty (Hauptdarsteller). Shanachie Entertainment 2005, MP3-Download, € 0,84

Black Is The Colour (Christy Moore – Version)

[b] Black is the [G] colour [A] of my true love’s [b] hair
Her lips are [G] like [A] some roses [b] fair
She has the sweetest [G] smile [A] and the gentelest [b] hands
And I love the [G] ground [A] whereon she [b] stands

I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes
I wish the day it soon would come
When she and I could be as one

I go to the clyde, and I mourn and weep
For satisfied I never can be
I wrote her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death for a thousand times

For black is the colour of my true love’s hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon she stands

Black Is The Colour (Alternativer Text)

Black Is The Colour (alternativ)
I go to the clyde for to mourn and weep
But satisfied I never can sleep
I’ll write to you in a few short lines
And suffer death ten thousand times

I know my love and well she knows
I love the grass whereon she goes
If she on earth no more I see
My life will quickly fade away

A winter’s past and the leaves are green
The time has past that we have seen
But still I hope the time will come
When you and I will be as one

So fare you well, my own true love
The time has passed, but I wish you well
But still I hope the time will come
When yoz and I will be as one

I love my love my love, and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes
The prettiest face and the neatest hands
And I love the ground whereon she stands

Black is the colour of my true love’s hair
Her lips are like some rosy fair
The purest eyes and the neatest hands
And I love the ground whereon she stands

Black Is The Colour

Christy Moore (Hauptdarsteller). Columbia 1998, MP3-Download, € 0,99

Black Is The Colour [Album Version]

The Corrs (Hauptdarsteller). EastWest U.K. 2005, MP3-Download, € 0,98

Studio 150

Paul Weller. Mercury (Universal) 2004, Audio CD, € 4,20

Rein vom Hören her finde ich die Version von Christy Moore am besten, aber auch die von The Corrs und die von Paul Weller sind sehr gut gelungen (:

So fare thee well, my little turtledove
And fare thee well for a while
Butthough I go, I’ll surely come again
If it takes ten thousand mile my dear
If it take ten thousand mile

The thousand mile is very far away
For you to return to me
You leave me here to lament and well-a-day
My tears you will not see, my love
My tears you will not see

The crow that’s black, my little turtledove
Shall change its colour to white
Before I’m false to the maiden that I love
The noon-day shall be night, my dear
The noon-day shall be night

The hills shall fly, my little turtledove
The roaring billows burn
Before my heart shall suffer me to fail
Or I a traitor turn, my dear
Or I a traitor turn

Turtle Dove

Paddy O’Connor & Friends (Hauptdarsteller). Exceed 1999, MP3-Download,

Songs Of Old Ireland, Volume 1

Paddy O’Connor & Friends (Hauptdarsteller). Exceed 1999, MP3-Download,