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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 ever
And sure as the moon and above
I'm falling head heels in love
With a pretty little girl from
In the of Tyrone.

There's little girls in old Strabane
just as pretty in Monaghan
This to every eye is known
But I guess that I'd be out of
there between the northern towns
There's a pretty little girl Omagh
In the of Tyrone.

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

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

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

She wears my ring and tells her
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 girl Omagh
In the of Tyrone.

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