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PRETTY LITTLE GIRL FROM OMAGH

Way up in the north of Tyrone
There's a pretty little girl I called my own
The sweetest rose Ireland ever known
And it's true as the moon and stars above
I falling head over heels in love with
the pretty little girl from Omagh
In the county of Tyrone

There's cut little girls in old Strabane
There's just as pretty in Monaghan
Same as any other place I've known
But I guess that I've be out of bounds(?)
For there between those northern town
Is the pretty little girl from Omagh
In the county of Tyrone

She wears my ring and tells her friend
She's gonna marry me
And best of all, she tells them all
She happy as can be, oh, lucky me, well
I don't know what she done to me
There's nothing else my eyes can see
But the pretty little girl from Omagh
In the county of Tyrone

Way down in the south of old Tyrone
I recall that yellow dress she wore
As she stood there on the shore there all alone
And I know it was my lucky day
She came there on holiday
The pretty little girl from Omagh
In the county from Tyrone

There's cut little girls in old Strabane
There's just as pretty in Monaghan
Same as any other place I've known
But I guess that I've be out of bounds(?)
For there between those northern town
Is the pretty little girl from Omagh
In the county of Tyrone

She wears my ring and tells her friend
She's gonna marry me
And best of all, she tells them all
She happy as can be, oh, lucky me, well
I don't know what she done to me
There's nothing else my eyes can see
But the pretty little girl from Omagh
In the county of Tyrone


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