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Way up in the in old Tyrone
There's a pretty girl I call my own
She's the sweetest rose ever grown
And sure as the moon and stars
I'm falling head over heels in
With a pretty little girl Omagh
In the of Tyrone.

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

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

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

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T'was in south in old Tramore
I recall the dress she wore
She strolled the shore there all alone
But I it was my lucky day
she came there on holiday
My pretty little girl Omagh
In the of Tyrone.

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

Well, I know what she's done to me
nothing else my eyes can see
My pretty little from Omagh
In the of Tyrone.

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