PRETTY LITTLE GIRL FROM OMAGH

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Way up in the north in old Tyrone there's a pretty little girl I call my own
She's the sweetest rose Ireland's ever grown
And sure as the moon and stars above I'm falling head over heals 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 in 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's going to marry me
And 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 my pretty little girl from Omagh, in the county of Tyrone

T'was down in the south in old Tramore, I recall the yellow dress she wore
She strolled along the shore there all alone
But I guess it was my lucky day when she came there on holiday
My pretty little girl from Omagh, in the county of Tyrone

She wears my ring and tells her friends she's going to marry me
And 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
My pretty little girl from Omagh, in the county of Tyrone