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Eileen Og
Oh Eileen Og, now that me darlin's name is
Through the Barony her features, they were famous
If we loved her, who was there to blame us
For wasn't she the Pride of Petravore?
But her beauty made us all so shy
Not one among us could look her in the eye
Boys, oh boys, now that's the reason why
We're in mournin' for the Pride of Petravore
Oh Eileen Og me heart is turning grey,
Ever since the day you wandered far away
Eileen Og, there's good fish in the sea,
But there's none of ‘em 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, she was lookin' small
Most provokin' to the Pride of Petravore
Now it went as was in the beginning
Eileen Og was bent upon the winning
That auld McGrath, he just a-kept on grinning
Being courted by the Pride of Petravore
Says he: "I know a girl that would knock you into Mits"
And with that, Eileen she nearly lost her wits
The upshot of the ruction is that now the robber sits
With his arm around the Pride of Petravore
Oh Eileen Og me heart is turning grey,
Ever since the day you wandered far away
Eileen Og, there's good fish in the sea,
But there's none of 'em like the Pride of Petravore
Oh Boys, Oh boys, with fate 'tis hard to grapple
Of me eye, now Eileen was the apple
Now I see her waltzing out the chapel
With the hardest featured man in Petravore
Boys now listen to all I have to I say:
When you are acourtin', do make no display
If you want them to run after you, just look the other way
For they're mostly like the Pride of Petravore
Oh Eileen Og me heart is turning grey,
Ever since the day you wandered far away
Eileen Og, there's good fish in the sea,
But there's none of 'em like the Pride of Petravore
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