Star Of The County Down

Near to Banbridge Town, in the County Down, on a mornin' in last July,
Down a boreen green came a sweet collen, 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 handsome elf, I'd to pinch meself to be sure I was really there.

From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay; from Galway to Dublin Town,
No maid I've seen like the nut-brown colleen that I met in the County Down.

As she onward sped, sure I scratched me 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?"
Well, he smiles at me and he says, says he, "That's the jewel in Ireland's crown,
Young Rosie Mac Anne, from the banks o' the Bann; she's the Star of the County Down. chorus

At the harvest fair, she'll surely be there, so I'll dress in me Sunday clothes,
With me shoes shone bright and me hat cocked right for a smile from the nut-brown Rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, nor horse I'll yoke, 'til me plow turns a rust-colored brown,
"Til a smilin' bride by me own fireside sits the Star of the County Down. chorus

As performed on the recordings:
Bedlam Boys and
The Burly Minstrels' This Is The Chorus

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