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\selectlanguage{english}
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\beginsong{Eileen Og}[by=Percy French]
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\beginverse
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\[Am]Eileen Og, and \[E7]that the darlin's \[Am]name is,
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\[G]Through the barony her \[D]features they were \[G]famous
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\[Am]If we loved her, \[E7]who is there to \[Am]blame us,
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For wasn't she the \[E7]pride of Petra\[Am]vore ?
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\[F]But her \[G7]beauty \[C]made us all so shy,
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\[Dm]Not a \[E7]man could \[Am]look her in the eye
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\[F&]Boys, O \[G7]boys, sure \[C]that's reason why
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We're in \[Am]mourning for the \[E7]pride of Petra\[Am]vore
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\endverse
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\beginchorus
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\[F]Eileen \[G7]Og, me \[C]heart is growing grey
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\[Dm]Ever since the \[E7]day, you \[Am]wandered far away
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\[F]Eileen \[G7]Og, there's \[C]good fish in the sea
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But there's \[Am]none of them like the \[E7]pride of Petra\[Am]vore
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\endchorus
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\beginverse
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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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\endverse
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\beginverse
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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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\endverse
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\beginverse
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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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\endverse
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\endsong
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