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

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

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

Well I don't know what she's to me
There's else my eyes can see
My pretty little girl Omagh
In the of Tyrone.

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T'was down in south in old
I recall the yellow dress she
She strolled along the there all alone
But I guess it was my day
When she there on holiday
My pretty little from Omagh
In the of Tyrone.

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

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

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