Daniel O'Donnell - Pretty Little Girl From Omagh Lyrics
Way up in the north in old TyroneThere's a pretty little girl I call my ownShe's the sweetest rose Ireland's ever grownAnd sure as the moon and stars aboveI'm falling head over heels in loveWith a pretty little girl from OmaghIn the county of Tyrone.There's cute little girls in old StrabaneThey're just as pretty in MonaghanThis to every roving eye is knownBut I guess that I'd be out of bounds'Cos there between the northern townsThere's a pretty little girl from OmaghIn the county of Tyrone.She wears my ring and tells her friendsShe going to marry meBest of all she tells them allShe's going to marry me, oh lucky me.Well I don't know what she's done to meThere's nothing else my eyes can seeMy pretty little girl from OmaghIn the county of Tyrone.--- Instrumental ---T'was down in south in old TramoreI recall the yellow dress she woreShe strolled along the shore there all aloneBut I guess it was my lucky dayWhen she came there on holidayMy pretty little girl from OmaghIn the county of Tyrone.She wears my ring and tells her friendsShe going to marry meBest of all she tells them allShe's going to marry me, oh lucky me.Well, I don't know what she's done to meThere's nothing else my eyes can seeMy pretty little girl from OmaghIn the county of Tyrone.My pretty little girl from OmaghIn the county of Tyrone...