Pride Of Petrovar


Well Eileen Orr, O that's me darlin's name is 
O'er the Barony her features they were famous 
If we loved her, well who is there to blame us, 
For wasn't she the Pride of Petrovar? 
But her beauty was like to make you shy, 
Not a livin' boy could look her in the eye. 
Boys O boys! now there's the reason why 
we're in love with the Pride of Petrovar. 

Eileen Orr, me heart is turning gray 
Ever since the day you wandered far away. 
Eileen Orr, There's more fish in the sea, 
But there's none just like the Pride of Petrovar. 

Well it's Friday at the fair at Ballintubber, 
Eileen met McGraw the old horse trader 
I'd like to put me hands upon the robber, 
For he stole away the Pride of Petrovar 
Well he never seemed to see her standing there at all 
Even when she ogled him from underneath her shawl 
He was big and masterful and she was looking small 
Most provokin' to the Pride of Petrovar 

Eileen Orr, me heart is turning gray 
Ever since the day you wandered far away. 
Eileen Orr, There's more fish in the sea, 
But there's none just like the Pride of Petrovar. 

So it is and it was in the beginning 
Eileen's heart was set upon the winning 
To see McGraw contentedly a grinning 
To be courted by the Pride of Petrovar 
Says he, 'I know a girl that could knock you into fits' 
At that our Eileen nearly lost her wits. 
The outcome of the whole thing is that now the robber sits 
With his arm around the Pride of Petrovar. 

Eileen Orr, me heart is turning gray 
Ever since the day you wandered far away. 
Eileen Orr, There's more fish in the sea, 
But there's none just like the Pride of Petrovar. 

Well, argh me boys, with fate 'tis hard to grapple 
Of all those girls well our Eileen was the apple; 
And now to see McGraw walking toward the chapel 
Arm and arm with the Pride of Petrovar. 
Well all I have is just one thing to say; 
If you go a courtin' then look the other way, 
If you want them to come after you, just look the other way, 
For they're mostly like the Pride of Petrovar.

Eileen Orr, me heart is turning gray 
Ever since the day you wandered far away. 
Eileen Orr, There's more fish in the sea, 
But there's none just like the Pride of Petrovar. 

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