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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