Star of the County down

Near Banbridge Town in the County Down, one morning last july,

From a boreen green came a sweet Colleen and she smiled as she passed me by.

She looked so sweet from her two bare feet to the sheen of her nut brown hair.

Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself for to see I was really there.

 

***Refren***

>From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin Town,

No maid I've senn like the brown Colleen that I met in the County Down.

 

 

A# she onward sped, sure I scratched my head and I looked with a feelin' rare,

And I say's, say's I, to a passer by,"Whose the maid with the nut brown

hair"?

He smiled at me and he say's, say's he,"That's the gem of the Ireland's

crown.

Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann, she's the star of the County

Down.

 

At the harvest fair she'll be surely there so I'll dress in my sunday clothes,

With my shoes shine bright and my heat cocked right, for the smile of a nut

brown rose.

No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke, till my plough turns rust coloured

brown.

Till a smiling bride, by my own fireside sits the star of the County Down.