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

There's cute girls in old Strabane
They're just as in Monaghan
to every roving eye is known
But I guess I'd be out of bounds
'Cos there the northern towns
There's a pretty little girl from
In the of Tyrone.

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

Well I don't know 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 down in south in old
I recall the yellow dress she
She strolled along the there all alone
But I it was my lucky day
When she there on holiday
My pretty girl from 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 me, oh lucky me.

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

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