Pretty Little Girl from Omagh

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 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 'Cause 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 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 My pretty little girl from Omagh In the county of Tyrone T'was down in 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 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 My pretty little girl from Omagh In the county of Tyrone My pretty little girl from Omagh In the county of Tyrone