| Eileen Og sure that the darling name is
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| Through the barony her features they were famous
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| If we loved her then who is there to blame us
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| For wasn’t she the pride of Petravore?
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| But her beauty made us all so shy
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| Not a man could look her in the eye
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| Boys, O boys, sure that’s reason why
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| We’re in mourning for the pride of Petravore
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| Eileen Og my heart is growing grey
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| Ever since the day you wondered far away
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| Eileen Og there’s good fish in the see
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| But there’s none of them like the Pride of Petravore
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| Boys, O boys, with fate 'tis hard to grapple
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| To me eyes this Eileen was the apple
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| Now to see her walkin' to the chapel
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| With the hardest featured man in Petravore
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| Boys, O 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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| Eileen Og my heart is growing grey
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| Ever since the day you wondered far away
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| Eileen Og there’s good fish in the see
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| But there’s none of them like the Pride of Petravore |