Daniel O'Donnell - Pretty Little Girl From Omagh lyrics

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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 going to marry me, oh lucky me.

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.

T'was down in south in old Tramore

I recall the yellow dress she wore

She strolled along the shore there all alone

But I guess it was my lucky day

When she came there on holiday

My 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 going to marry me, oh lucky me.

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.

My pretty little girl from Omagh

In the county of Tyrone...