Sweet Omagh Town

From sweet Dungannon to Ballyshannon
From Cullyhannon to old Arlow
I have roamed and rambled, caroused and gambled,
Where songs did thunder and the whiskey flowed
It's light and airy I've tramped through Derry
And to Portaferry in the County Down
But through all my raking and undertaking
my heart was aching for sweet Omagh town

When life was dreary and I was weary
I set sail for England from Derry Quay
And when I landed sure fate commanded
That I to London should make my way 
There was many's a gay night from dark to daylight
I spent with people of a high renown
But with all their grandeur and their glorious manner
My lips could stammer only sweet Omagh town

And further going, my wild oats sewing,
To New York City I made my way
Where a congregation of rich relations
Stood on the harbour to welcome me
In grand apparel like dukes or earls
They tried to raise me with the Sword and Crown
But with all their splendor and heaps to spend, sure,
My heart was empty for sweet Omagh town

And when life is over and I must hover
Above the gates were St. Peter stands
And he will call me for to install me
Among the saints in that glorious land
And I will answer, I'm sure it's grand, sir
For to play the harp and to wear the crown
But I being humble, sure I won't grumble,
If heaven's as charming as sweet Omagh town