Eileen Oge, an' that's the darlin's name is;
Through the barony her features they were famous.
If we loved her, who is 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, O, boys! Sure that's the reason why
We're in mournin' for the Pride of Petravore.
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Eileen Oge, me heart is growin' grey,
Ever since the day you wandered far away.
Eileen Oge, there's good fish in the sea,
But there's no one like the Pride of Petravore.
Friday at the fair in 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 meek and small,
Most provokin' for the Pride of Petravore.
Chorus
So it went as it was in the beginning,
Eileen Oge was bent upon the winning;
Big McGrath contentedly was grinning,
Being courted by the Pride of Petravore.
Says he, “I know a girl that would knock you into fits.”
At that Eileen nearly lost her wits;
The upshot of the ruction is that now the robber sits
With his arm around the Pride of Petravore.
Chorus
Boys, O, boys! With fate 'tis hard to grapple;
Of my eye 'tis Eileen was the apple,
And now to see her walkin' to the chappel
With the hardest featured man in Petravore.
And 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.
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