Pretty Little Girl From Omagh Daniel O'Donnell

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[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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
'Cause there between the northern towns
There's a pretty little girl from Omagh
In the county of Tyrone

[Chorus]
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

[Post-Chorus]
Well I don't know what she's done to me
There's nothing else my eyes can see
My pretty little girl from Omagh
In the county of Tyrone