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\Ch{Am}{Eileen} Oge, and \Ch{E7}{that} the darlin's \Ch{Am}{name} is, \Ch{G}{through} the barony her \Ch{D}{features} they were \Ch{G}{famous}
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\Ch{Am}{If} we loved her, \Ch{E7}{who} is there to \Ch{Am}{blame} us, for wasn't she the \Ch{E7}{pride} of Petra\Ch{Am}{vore} ?
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\Ch{F}{But} her \Ch{G7}{beauty} \Ch{C}{made} us all so shy, \Ch{Dm}{not} a \Ch{E7}{man} could \Ch{Am}{look} her in the eye
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\Ch{F}{Boys}, O \Ch{G7}{boys}, sure \Ch{C}{that's} reason why we're in \Ch{Am}{mourning} for the \Ch{E7}{pride} of Petra\Ch{Am}{vore}
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\end{SBVerse*}
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\bigskip
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\begin{SBChorus}
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\Ch{F}{Eileen} \Ch{G7}{Og}, me \Ch{C}{heart} is growing grey \Ch{Dm}{ever} since the \Ch{E7}{day}, you \Ch{Am}{wandered} far away
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\Ch{F}{Eileen} \Ch{G7}{Og}, there's \Ch{C}{good} fish in the sea but there's \Ch{Am}{none} of them like the \Ch{E7}{pride} of Petra\Ch{Am}{vore}
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\end{SBChorus}
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\bigskip
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Friday at the fair of Ballintubber
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Eileen met McGrath the cattle jobber
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I'd like to set me mark upon the robber
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For he stole away the Pride of Petravore
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He never seemed to see the girl at all
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Even when she ogled him underneath her shawl
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Looking big and masterful when she was looking small
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Most provoking for the Pride of Petravore
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\bigskip
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So it went as it was in the beginning
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Eileen Og was bent upon the winning
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Big McGrath contentedly was grinning
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Being courted by the Pride of Petravore
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Says he, \og I know a girl who'd knock you into fits \fg
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At that Eileen nearly lost her wits
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The upshot of the ruction was that now the robber sits
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With his arm around the Pride of Petravore
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\bigskip
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Boys, O boys, with fate 'tis hard to grapple
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Of my eye 'cause Eileen was the apple
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And to see her walkin' to the chapel
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Wid the hardest featured man in Petravore
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Now me boys, this is all I have to say
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When you do your courting make no display
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If you want them to run after you just walk the other way
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For they're mostly like the Pride of Petravore
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