Am
Eileen Og an' that the darlin's name is
G
Through the Barony her features they were famous
Am
If we loved her then who was there to blame us
Em Am Em Am
For wasn't she the Pride of Petravore?
Am C
But her beauty made us all so shy
Em Am
Not a man could look her in the eye
Am C
Boys, Oh boys, sure that's the reason why
Em Am Em Am
We're in mournin' for the Pride of Petravore
Am C
:Eileen Og me heart is growin' grey,
Em Am
Ever since the day you wandered far away
Am C
Eileen Og there's good fish in the say,
Em Am Em Am
But there's none of them like the Pride of Petravore
Am
Friday at the fair of Ballintubber
G
Eileen met McGrath the cattle jobber
Am
I'd like to set me mark upon the robber
Em Am Em Am
For he stole away the Pride of Petravore
Am C
He never seemed to see the girl at all
Em Am
Even when she ogled him from underneath her shawl
Am C
Lookin' big and masterful when she was lookin' small
Em Am Em Am
Most provokin' for the Pride of Petravore
Am
So it went as 'twas in the beginning
G
Eileen Og was bent upon the winning
Am
Big McGrath contentedly was grinning
Em Am Em Am
Being courted by the Pride of Petravore
Am C
Sez he: 'I know a girl that could knock you into fits'
Em Am
At that Eileen nearly lost her wits
Am C
The upshot of the ruction was that now the robber sits
Em Am Em Am
With his arm around the Pride of Petravore
Am C
Eileen Og me heart is growin' grey,
Em Am
Ever since the day you wandered far away
Am C
Eileen Og there's good fish in the say,
Em Am Em Am
But there's none of them like the Pride of Petravore
Am
Boys, Oh boys, with fate 'tis hard to grapple
G
Of my eyes 'tis Eileen was the apple
Am
Now to see her walkin' to the chapel
Em Am Em Am
With the hardest featured man in Petravore
Am C
Now, boys, this is all I have to say:
Em Am
When you do your courtin' make no display
Am C
If you want them to run after you, just walk the other way
Em Am Em Am
For they're mostly like the Pride of Petravore
Am C
Eileen Og me heart is growin' grey,
Em Am
Ever since the day you wandered far away
Am C
Eileen Og there's good fish in the say,
Em Am Em Am
But there's none of them like the Pride of Petravore
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