The star of the county down     (midi)

 

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1. Close to Banbridge town, in the County Down,

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    one morning last July,

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    down a boreen green came a sweet colleen,

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    and she smiled as she passed me by.

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    She looked so neat from her two bare feet,

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    to the sheen of her nut brown hair.

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    Such a coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself,

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   to make sure I was really there.

 

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From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay,

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and from Galway to Dublin town,

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no maid I've seen like the brown colleen,

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that I met in the County Down.

 

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2. As she onward sped I sure I scratched my head,

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    and I said with a feeling rare.

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    'A….y,' says I to a passer-by,

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    'Who's the maid with the nut brown hair?'

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    He smiled at me, and then says he,

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    'She’s the gem of Ireland's crown,

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    young Rosie McCann, from the banks of the Bann,

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    she's the Star of the County Down.'   + CHORUS

 

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3. At the harvest fair I'll be surely  there,

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    and I'll dress in my Sunday clothes.

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    With my shoes shone bright and my head upright,

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    and a smile from my nut-brown Rose.

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   No pipe I smoke, no horse I yoke,

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    let my plough with rust turn brown,

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    till a smiling bride by my own fireside,

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    sits the star of the County Down.  

 

+ CHORUS         + CHORUS  

 

    (Trad. / Noel McLoughlin)