Star of the County Down

Close to Banbridge town, in the county Down One morning last July Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen And she smiled as she passed me by; She looked so neat from her two bare feet, To the sheen of her nut-brown hair, Such a coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself, To make sure I was really there. From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay, And from Galway to Dublin town, Na maid I've seen like the brown collen, That I met in the country Down As sho onward sped sure I sratched my head And I said with a feeling rare, Ay", says I to a passer by, Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?" He smiled at me, and then says he: She's the gem of 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, Na maid I've seen like the brown collen, That I met in the county Down At the harvest fair I'll be surely there And I dress in my Sunday clothes With my shoes shone bright and my hat upright And a smile from my nut-brown rose. No pipe I smoke, no horse I'll yoke Let me plough with a rust turn brown Till a smiling bride by my own fireside Sits the Star of the County Down From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay, And from Galway to Dublin town, Na maid I've seen like the brown colleen, That I met in 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