Star Of The County Down Lyrics

Star Of The County DownNear to Banbridge Town, in the County Down one morning last JulyDown a boreen green came a sweet colleen and she smiled as sh epassed me byOh, she looked so neat from her two bare feet to the sheen of her nut-brown hairSure the coaxing elf, I´d to shake myself to make sure I was standing thereAs she onward sped sure I scratched my head and I gazed with a feeling quareAnd I said, says I, to a passer-by, "Who´s the maid with the nut-brown hair?"Oh, he smiled at me, and with pride says he, "That´s the gem of Ireland´s crownShe´s young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann, she´s the Star of the County Down"At the harvest fair I´ll be surely there and I´ll dress in my Sunday clothesAnd I´ll try sheep´s eyes, and deludhering cries on the heart of the nut-brown roseNo pipe I´ll smoke, no horse I´ll yoke though my plow with rust turns brownTill a smiling bride by my own fireside sits the Star of the County DownOh, from Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay, and from Galway to Dublin-TownNo maid I´ve seen like the sweet colleen that I met in the County Down