and that the diamond's name is
her features they were famous
But her beauty made us all so shy
Not a man could look her in the eye
she's that's the reason why
We're in mourning for the bride
Eileen, oh, me heart is growing gray
there's good fish in the sand
like the pride of Petrovo Friday
I'd like to set me mark upon the robber
For he stole away the pride of Petchabour
He never seemed to see the girl at all
Even though she o 'erlooked him
from underneath her shawl
Lookin' big and masterful
while she was lookin' small
Was provokin' for the bride
Aelino, me heart is goin' way
Aelino, there's good fish in this air
But there's nothin' like the bride of
So it went as it was in the beginning
Eileen Oak was bent upon the ream
Big McGrath contentedly was grinning,
being courted by the pride of Petrifor
that could knock you into bed
Sad that Eileen nearly lost her wits
He ushered up the ruction bus
With his arm around the pride
Eileen, oh, my heart is growing gray
Eileen, oh, there's good fish in the sea
But there's nothing like the bright
with fate it's hard to grapple
Of my it is Eileen was the apple
With the hardest featured
Now boys, this is all I'm saying to say
When you see a courting face,
If you want them to run after you,
like the bride of Pechabowl
I need only heart that's glowing red
I need only speech and essay
But there's nothing like the
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