Pretty Little Girl From Omagh

Lyrics

Way up in the north in old Tyrone There's a pretty little girl I call my own She's the sweetest rose Ireland's ever grown And sure as the moon and stars above I'm falling head over heels in love With a pretty little girl from Omagh In the county of Tyrone There's cute little girls in old Strabane They're just as pretty in Monaghan This to every roving eye is known But I guess that I'd be out of bounds 'Cos there between the northern towns There's a pretty little girl from Omagh In the county of Tyrone She wears my ring and tells her friends She going to marry me Best of all she tells them all She's happy as can be, oh lucky me Well I don't know what she's done to me There's nothing else my eyes can see Pretty little girl from Omagh In the county of Tyrone It was down in south in old Tramore I recall the yellow dress she wore She strolled along the shore there all alone And I guess it was my lucky day When she came there on holiday Pretty little girl from Omagh In the county of Tyrone She wears my ring and tells her friends She going to marry me Best of all she tells them all She's happy as can be, oh lucky me Well, I don't know what she's done to me There's nothing else my eyes can see Pretty little girl from Omagh In the county of Tyrone That pretty little girl from Omagh In the county of Tyrone