Me on the tin whistle and strumming the chords.
Lyrics:
Near Bannbridge town in the County Down
One morning in July
Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen
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 coaxing elf, sure I shook me self
To be sure I was really there
Chorus:
And from Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin Town
No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen
That I met in the County Down
As she onward sped sure I shook me head
And I gazed with a feeling rare
And I said, says I, to a passerby
"Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"
He smiled at me and with pride says he
"That's the gem of all Ireland's crown,
Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann
She's the Star of the County Down"
Chorus
At the harvest-fair she'll be surely there
So I'll dress in me sunday-clothes
And I'll try sheeps eyes and deludering lies
Win the heart of the nut-brown rose
No pipe I'll smoke no horse I'll yoke
And my plow will rust and brown
Till a smiling bride by me own fireside
Sits the Star of the County Down
Chorus 2x
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