Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E) Verse 1: 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 Drumore, 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
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