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Way up in the north in old Tyrone There's a girl I long to call my own She's the sweetest flower that Ireland's ever grown And as sure as the moon and star above I've fallen head over heels in love With that Pretty Little Girl From Omagh in the County of Tyrone There's sweet little girls in old Strabane And they're just as sweet in Monaghan And this to every roving eye is known But I guess that I'd be out of bounds Because there between those northern towns Is that Pretty Little Girl From Omagh in the County of Tyrone Chorus 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 But there's nothing else my eyes can see But that Pretty Little Girl From Omagh in the County of Tyrone Way down south in old Tramore I recall that yellow dress she wore As she strolled along the shore there all alone And I know it was my lucky day That she came there on holiday That Pretty Little Girl From Omagh in the County of Tyrone |