Sung by a local artist, Brian Coll from about the 1960s at the time
that the Irish shows, were at their height. The major dance venue
was the Royal Arms Ballroom, with lesser events held at
Silverbirch Hotel, Knocknamoe Castle Hotel, INF Ballroom,
Omagh Orange Hall, and Star Ballroom
Way up in the north in old Tyrone,
There's a girl I long to call my own
She's the sweetest flower that Ireland's ever grown
And as sure as the moon and star above
I've fallen head over heels in love
With that Pretty Little Girl From Omagh in the County of Tyrone
There's sweet little girls in old Strabane
And they're just as sweet in Monaghan
And this to every roving eye is known
But I guess that I'd be out of bounds
Because there between those northern towns
Is that Pretty Little Girl From Omagh in the County of Tyrone
Chorus
She wears my ring and tells her friends she's going to marry me
And 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
But there's nothing else my eyes can see
But that Pretty Little Girl From Omagh in the County of Tyrone
Way down south in old Tramore
I recall that yellow dress she wore
As she strolled along the shore there all alone
And I know it was my lucky day
That she came there on holiday
That Pretty Little Girl From Omagh in the County of Tyrone