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Lyrics:

Oh, Eileen Og and that the darlin's name is

Oh, through the Barony her features they were famous

And, 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

And boys, oh boys, sure that's the reason why

We're in mournin' for the Pride of Petravore

And, Eileen Og my heart is growing grey,

Ever since the day you wandered far away

And, Eileen Og there's good fish in the sea

But there's none of them like the Pride of Petravore

Now, 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

Now, he never seemed to see the girl at all

Even when she ogled him from underneath her shawl

Looking big and masterful when she was looking small

Most provoking for the Pride of Petravore

And, Eileen Og my heart is growing grey,

Ever since the day you wandered far away

And, Eileen Og there's good fish in the sea

But there's none of them like the Pride of Petravore

And, so it went as it was in the beginning

Eileen Og was bent upon the winning

And, Big McGrath contentedly was grinning

Being courted by the Pride of Petravore

Says he: "I know a girl that could knock you into fits"

At that Eileen nearly lost her wits

And the upshot of the ruction was that now the robber sits

With his arm around the Pride of Petravore

And, Eileen Og my heart is growing grey,

Ever since the day you wandered far away

And, Eileen Og there's good fish in the sea

But there's none of them like the Pride of Petravore

And boys, oh boys, ye' with fate it's hard to grapple

And of my eye, sure Eileen was the apple

And, now to see her walking to the chapel

With the hardest featured man in Petravore

Oh now, 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

And, Eileen Og my heart is growing grey,

Ever since the day you wandered far away

And, Eileen Og there's good fish in the sea

But there's none of them like the Pride of Petravore