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

cute little girls in old Strabane
They're 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 little girl from Omagh
In the of Tyrone.

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

I don't know what she's done to me
There's nothing 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 the yellow dress she wore
She strolled along the there all alone
But I it was my lucky day
When she there on holiday
My little girl from Omagh
In the of Tyrone.

She wears my and tells her friends
She to marry 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 from Omagh
In the of Tyrone.

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