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

There's cute little girls in old
just as pretty in Monaghan
This to every roving eye is
But I guess I'd be out of bounds
'Cos there the northern towns
There's a 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 know what she's done to me
There's nothing else my can see
My pretty girl from Omagh
In the of Tyrone.

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down in south in old Tramore
I recall the yellow dress she
She along the shore there all alone
But I it was my lucky day
When she came there on
My pretty girl from Omagh
In the of Tyrone.

She wears my ring and her friends
She going to me
of all she tells 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 pretty little girl Omagh
In the of Tyrone.

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