Daniel O'Donnell - Pretty little girl from omagh

Way ^Dup in the north in old Tyrone, there's a ^Gpretty little girl I call my own She's the ^Dsweetest rose Ireland's ever ^Agrown, and ^Dsure as the moon and stars above I'm ^Gfalling head over heels in love with a ^Dpretty little girl from Omagh In the ^Acounty of Ty^Drone.

There's ^Dcute little girls in old Strabane, they're ^Gjust as pretty in Monaghan ^Dthis to every roving eye is ^Aknown, but I ^Dguess that I'd be out of bounds 'Cos ^Gthere between the northern towns, there's a ^Dpretty little girl from Omagh In the ^Acounty of Ty^Drone.

She ^Awears my ring and tells her friends, she going to marry me But ^Dbest of all she tells them all, She's happy as can ^Gbe, oh lucky ^Ame.

Well I ^Ddon't know what she's done to me, There's ^Gnothing else my eyes can see But the ^Dpretty little girl from Omagh In the ^ACounty Of Ty^Drone

T’was ^Ddown in the south in old Drumore, I re^Gcall that yellow dress she wore ^DShe ran along the shore there all ^Aalone, I ^Dguess it was your lucky day when ^Gshe went there on a holiday, the ^Dpretty little girl from Omagh In the ^Acounty of Ty^Drone.

Ah the ^Dpretty little girl from Omagh, In the ^ACounty Of Ty^Drone