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