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.