Karaoké Pretty Little Girl from Omagh Shawn Cuddy
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Way up in the north in old Tyrone
There's a pretty little girl
I call my own
The sweetest rose that Ireland's ever grown
And as sure as the moon and stars are above
I'm falling head over heels in love
The 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
The pretty little girl from Omagh in the county of Tyrone
She wears my ring and tells her friends she's going to marry me
But 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
But the pretty little girl from Omagh in the county of Tyrone
T'was down in the south in old Drumore
I recall that yellow dress she wore
She ran along the shore there all alone
I guess it was your lucky day
When she went there on a holiday
The pretty little girl from Omagh in the county of Tyrone
She wears my ring and tells her friends she's going to marry me
But 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
But the pretty little girl from Omagh in the county of Tyrone
She wears my ring and tells her friends she's going to marry me
But 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
But the pretty little girl from Omagh in the county of Tyrone
Ah the pretty little girl from Omagh in the county of Tyrone
Informations
Rendu célèbre par Shawn Cuddy
Auteur-Compositeur : John Mccauley
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Cet enregistrement est une reprise de Pretty Little Girl from Omagh rendu célèbre par Shawn Cuddy