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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 that Ireland's ever grown
And as sure as the moon and stars are above
I'm falling head over heels in love
With the pretty little girl from Omagh
In the county of Tyrone
There's cute little girls in Ostraband
They're just as pretty in Monaghan
This to every roving eye is known
But I guess that I'd be out of bounds
'Cause there between the northern towns
The pretty little girl from Omagh
In the county of Tyrone
She wears my ring and tells her friends
She's going to marry me
But best of all she tells them all
She's happy as can be
Oh lucky me
Well I don't know what you've done to me
There's nothing else my eyes can see
But the pretty little girl from Omagh
In the county of Tyrone
T'was down in the south in old Tramore
I recall that yellow dress she wore
You ran 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's going to marry me
But best of all she tells them all
She's happy as can be
Oh lucky me
Well I don't know what you've 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's going to marry me
But best of all she tells them all
She's happy as can be
Oh lucky me
Well I don't know what you've done to me
There's nothing else my eyes can see
But the pretty little girl from Omagh
In the county of Tyrone
That pretty little girl from Omagh
In the county of Tyrone