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Way up in the north in old Tyrone
There's a pretty little girl I call my own
The sweetest Rose Ireland's ever grown
And sure as the moon and stars above
I'm falling head over heels in love
With a pretty little girl from Omagh
In the county of Tyrone.
There's cute little girls in old Strabane
They're just as pretty in Monaghan
This to every roving eye is known
But I guess that I'd be out of bounds
'Cos there between the northern towns
There's a pretty little girl from Omagh
In the county of Tyrone.
She wears my ring and tells her friends
She going to marry me
Best of all she tells them all
She's happy as can be, oh lucky me.
Well I don't know what she's done to me
There's nothing else my eyes can see
But the pretty little girl from Omagh
In the county of Tyrone.
--- Instrumental ---
T'was down in south in old Tramore
I recall the yellow dress she wore
Around along the shore there all alone
I guess it was your lucky day
When she went there on a holiday
The pretty little girl from Omagh
In the county of Tyrone.
She wears my ring and tells her friends
She going to marry me
Best of all she tells them all
She's happy as can be, oh lucky me
Well, I don't know what she's done to me
There's nothing else my eyes can see
But the pretty little girl from Omagh
In the county of Tyrone.
She wears my ring and tells her friends
She going to marry me
Best of all she tells them all
She's happy as can be, oh lucky me
Well, I don't know what she's done to me
There's nothing else my eyes can see
But the pretty little girl from Omagh
In the county of Tyrone.
But the pretty little girl from Omagh
In the county of Tyrone...

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