Pretty Little Girl from Omagh

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...