The Star Of The County Down

Near Em Banbridge C town in the G County D Down
One Em mornin’ last Ju- D ly,
Down a Em boreen C green came a G sweet col- D leen
And she Em smiled as she C passed D me Em by.
She G looked so sweet from her D two bare feet
To the Em sheen of her C nutbrown D hair.
Such a Em coaxin’ C elf, sure I G shook my D self
For to Em see if I was C real- D ly Em there.
From G Bantry Bay up to D Derry Quay
And from Em Galway to C Dublin D town,
No Em maid I’ve C seen like the G brown col- D leen
That I Em met in the C Coun- D ty Em Down.

 

1. Near Banbridge town in the County Down
One mornin’ last July,
Down a boreen green came a sweet col-leen
And she smiled as she passed me by.
She looked so sweet from her two bare feet
To the sheen of her nutbrown hair.
Such a coaxin’ elf, sure I shook my self
For to see if I was really there.
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin town,
No maid I’ve seen like the brown colleen
That I met in the County Down.

2. As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head
And I looked with a feelin’ rare.
And I says, says I, to a passer- by
“Who’s the maid with the nut brown hair?”
He smiled at me and then, says 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.”
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin town,
No maid I’ve seen like the brown colleen
That I met in the County Down.

3. She’d a soft brown eye and a look so shy
And a smile like the rose in June.
And you hung on each note from her lily-white throat
As she lilted an Irish tune.
At the pattern dance, you were held in a trance
As she tripped through a reel or a jig.
And when her eyes she’d roll, she’d coax upon my soul
A spud from a hungry pig
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin town,
No maid I’ve seen like the brown colleen
That I met in the County Down.

4. I’ve traveled a bit, but never was hit
Since my roving career began.
But fair and square I surrendered there
To the charm of young Rosie McCann.
With a heart to let and no tenant yet
Did I meet within shawl or gown,
But in she went and I asked no rent
From the Star of the County Down
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin town,
No maid I’ve seen like the brown colleen
That I met in the County Down.

5. At the Harvest Faire she’ll be surely there,
So I’ll dress in my Sunday clothes.
With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right,
For a smile from my nutbrown rose.
No pipe I’ll smoke; no horse I’ll yoke
‘Til my plow is a rustcolored brown,
‘Til my smilin’ bride by my own fire- side
Sits the Star of the County Down
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin town,
No maid I’ve seen like the brown colleen
That I met in the County Down.