Little Trinketry ( From "Valiant Hearts: The Great War") - The Consoles

We're just two little girls from Little Rock. We lived on the wrong side of the tracks. But the gentlemen friends who used to call, They never did seem to mind at all. They came to the wrong side of the tracks. Then someone broke my heart in Little Rock, So I up and left the pieces there. Like a little lost lamb I roamed about, I came to New York and I found out That men are the same way everywhere. I was young and determined to be wined and dined and ermined And I worked at it all around the clock. Now one of these days in my fancy clothes, I'm a going back home and punch the nose Of the one who broke my heart (the one who broke my heart) The one who broke my heart in Little Rock, Little Rock, Little Rock... Little Rock I'm just a little girl from Little Rock, A horse used to be my closest pal. Though I never did learn to read or write, I learned about love in the pale moonlight And now I'm an educated gal. I learned an awful lot in Little Rock, And here's some advice I'd like to share: Find a gentleman who is shy or bold, Or short or tall, or young or old. As long as the guy's a millionaire! For a kid from the small street I did very well on Wall Street, Though I never owned a share of stock. And now that I'm known in the biggest banks, I'm going back home and give my thanks To the one who broke my heart (the one who broke my heart) The one who broke my heart in Little Rock!

Way up in the north in old Tyrone There's a pretty little girl I call my own The sweetest Rose Ireland's ever grown And sure as the moon and stars above I'm falling head over heels in love With a pretty little girl from Omagh In the county of Tyrone. There's cute little girls in old Strabane They're just as pretty in Monaghan This to every roving eye is known But I guess that I'd be out of bounds 'Cos there between the northern towns There's a pretty little girl from Omagh In the county of Tyrone. She wears my ring and tells her friends She going to marry me Best of all she tells them all She's happy as can be, oh lucky me. Well I don't know what she's done to me There's nothing else my eyes can see But the pretty little girl from Omagh In the county of Tyrone. --- Instrumental --- T'was down in south in old Tramore I recall the yellow dress she wore Around along the shore there all alone I guess it was your lucky day When she went there on a holiday The pretty little girl from Omagh In the county of Tyrone. She wears my ring and tells her friends She going to marry me Best of all she tells them all She's happy as can be, oh lucky me Well, I don't know what she's done to me There's nothing else my eyes can see But the pretty little girl from Omagh In the county of Tyrone. She wears my ring and tells her friends She going to marry me Best of all she tells them all She's happy as can be, oh lucky me Well, I don't know what she's done to me There's nothing else my eyes can see But the pretty little girl from Omagh In the county of Tyrone. But the pretty little girl from Omagh In the county of Tyrone...