Karaoké Pretty Little Girl from Omagh Shawn Cuddy

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