THE  STAR  OF  THE  COUNTY  DOWN
(Trad. Irish)

Close to Bannbridge town in the County Down
One morning last July
Down a borreen green came a sweet collin
And she smiled as she passed me by.

     She looked so neat from her two bare feet
     To the sheen of her nut-brown hair,
     Such a coaxing elf - I'd to shake myself
     To make sure I was realy there!..

Refrain:

     From Bantry Bay up to Derrick quay
     An from Galway to Dublin town,
     No maid I've seen like that brown collin
     That I met in the County Down!

As she onward sped shure I scratched my head
And I looked with a feelin' rare.
"Ah, hey!" -  said I to a passer-by, - 
- "Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"

     He smiled at me and than said he:
     "She's the gem of Ireland's Crown,
     Young Rosey McCann from the banks of the Bann,
     She's the star of the County Down!"

Refrain.

At the harvest fair she'll be surely there
And I'll dress in me sunday clothes,
With me shoes shown bright and me hat cocked right
And a smile for my nut-brown Rose!

     No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke,
     Left my plough till rust turns it brown,
     Till a smiling bride by my own fire-side
     Sits the star of the County Down!

Refrain.



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