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

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

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

Well I know what she's done to me
There's nothing else my can see
My little girl from 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 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 to marry me
Best of all she them all
going to marry me, oh lucky me.

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

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