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

There's cute girls in old Strabane
They're as pretty in Monaghan
This to every roving eye is
But I guess that I'd be out of
'Cos there the northern towns
There's a pretty girl 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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down in south in old Tramore
I the yellow dress she wore
She strolled along the shore all alone
But I it was my lucky day
When she there on holiday
My pretty little girl from
In the of Tyrone.

She wears my ring and her friends
She to marry 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
nothing else my eyes can see
My pretty little girl Omagh
In the of Tyrone.

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