As a girl I left my homestead in the County of Tyrone
In search of fame and fortune which today I have found none
I'm
working hard in the Eastside bars and I'm thinking of my home
And I rue the day I went away from my County of Tyrone.
When
I was young we had some fun around the ball rooms there
The bands did play as we danced away to the music in the air
The
men were sweet and they would compeat for a chance to lead you home
And I rue the day I went away from My County Of Tyrone.
Sure
Tyrone among the bushes sure you are the world renown
From Banbridge up to Carrickmore and from Omagh to Cookstown
From
Clogher Valley to Pomroy and Kildress I call my home
And I coursed the day that I went away from my County of Tyrone.
Now
in London Town I'm living inside old Kilburn's walls
In early morn the sound of horns replace the Thrushes call
In early
spring last snows they bring memories of Lambs at home
And I rue the day I went away from my County of Tyrone.
Sure
I'll 'ner forget the hour I left my County of Tyrone.
