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

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

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

Well I don't know what done to me
There's else my eyes can see
My pretty girl from Omagh
In the of Tyrone.

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T'was down in in old Tramore
I recall the dress she wore
She strolled along the there all alone
But I it was my lucky day
she came there on holiday
My pretty girl from Omagh
In the of Tyrone.

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

Well, I don't what she's done to me
There's else my eyes can see
My little girl from Omagh
In the of Tyrone.

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