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Way up in the north in old
There's a pretty girl I call my own
the sweetest rose Ireland's ever grown
And sure as the and stars above
I'm falling head over in love
With a pretty girl from Omagh
In the of Tyrone.

There's cute little girls in old
They're just as in Monaghan
This to roving eye is known
But I that I'd be out of bounds
'Cos there between the northern
There's a pretty little girl Omagh
In the of Tyrone.

She wears my ring and tells her
She to marry me
of all she tells them all
She's going to marry me, oh me.

Well I don't know what done to me
There's nothing else my can see
My pretty girl from Omagh
In the of Tyrone.

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T'was down in in old Tramore
I the yellow dress she wore
She along the shore there all alone
But I guess it was my day
When she came there on
My pretty little girl from
In the of Tyrone.

She wears my ring and tells her
She going to me
Best of all she them all
going to marry me, oh lucky me.

Well, I know what she's done to me
There's else my eyes can see
My pretty little girl from
In the of Tyrone.

My pretty little girl Omagh
In the of Tyrone...