D G
Way up in the north in old Tyrone, there's a pretty little girl I call my own
D A D
She's the sweetest rose Ireland's ever grown, and sure as the moon and stars above
G D
I'm falling head over heels in love with a pretty little girl from Omagh
A D
In the county of Tyrone.
[Verse 2]
D G
There's cute little girls in old Strabane, they're just as pretty in Monaghan
D A D
this to every roving eye is known, but I guess that I'd be out of bounds
G D
'Cos there between the northern towns, there's a pretty little girl from Omagh
A D
In the county of Tyrone.
[Chorus 1]
A
She wears my ring and tells her friends, she going to marry me
D G A
But best of all she tells them all, She's happy as can be, oh lucky me.
[Chorus 2]
D G
Well I don't know what she's done to me, There's nothing else my eyes can see
D A D
But the pretty little girl from Omagh In the County Of Tyrone
[Interlude]
D D A D
[Verse 3]
D G
T’was down in the south in old Tramore, I recall that yellow dress she wore
D A D
She ran along the shore there all alone, I guess it was your lucky day
G D
when she went there on a holiday, the pretty little girl from Omagh
A D
In the county of Tyrone.
D A D
Ah the pretty little girl from Omagh, In the County Of Tyrone
