Circle left
Way up north in old Tyrone
There's an Irish girl I call my own
The sweetest rose Ireland's ever grown
Men star by the right, one time around tonight
Left allemande, weave the ring
As sure as the moon and stars above
I'm falling head over heels in love
Swing your girl and promenade
Well I don't know what she's done to me
There's nothing else my eyes can see
That pretty little girl from Omagh
In the county of Tyrone

Heads (sides) promenade, halfway around
Sides (heads) square thru to four
Go all the way you do, now with the outside two
Pass thru, trade by, slide thru and then
Right & left thru, square thru to three
Corner swing and promenade
Well I don't know what she's done to me
There's nothing else my eyes can see
That pretty little girl from Omagh
In the county of Tyrone

Sides face, grand square
*'Twas down in south in old Tramore
I recall the yellow dress she wore
She strolled along the shore there all alone
But I guess it was my lucky day
When she came there on a holiday
That Irish girl from Omagh
(Allemande and weave the ring)
She wears my ring and tells her friends
She's going to marry me
Swing that girl and promenade (oh,lucky me)
Well I don't know what she's done to me
There's nothing else my eyes can see
The pretty little girl from Omagh
In the county of Tyrone