
Pride of Petrovar Ian & Sylvia
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[Verse 1]
Well, Eileen Orr, oh, that's me darlin's name is
O'er the Barony her features they were famous
And if we loved her, well who is there to blame us
For wasn't she the Pride of Petrovar?
[Verse 2]
But her beauty was like to make you shy
Not a livin' boy could look her in the eye
Boys, oh, boys, now there's the reason why
We're in love with the Pride of Petrovar
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
Well, it was Friday at the fair at Ballintubber
Eileen met McGraw, the old horse trader
And I'd like to put me hands upon the robber
He stole away the Pride of Petrovar
[Verse 4]
Well, he never seemed to see her standing there at all
Even when she ogled him underneath her shawl
He was big and masterful while she was looking small
Most provokin' to the Pride of Petrovar
Well, Eileen Orr, oh, that's me darlin's name is
O'er the Barony her features they were famous
And if we loved her, well who is there to blame us
For wasn't she the Pride of Petrovar?
[Verse 2]
But her beauty was like to make you shy
Not a livin' boy could look her in the eye
Boys, oh, boys, now there's the reason why
We're in love with the Pride of Petrovar
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
Well, it was Friday at the fair at Ballintubber
Eileen met McGraw, the old horse trader
And I'd like to put me hands upon the robber
He stole away the Pride of Petrovar
[Verse 4]
Well, he never seemed to see her standing there at all
Even when she ogled him underneath her shawl
He was big and masterful while she was looking small
Most provokin' to the Pride of Petrovar
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