Star of the County Down
Near Banbridge Town in the county down
One morning last July,
Down a bóithrín green came a sweet colleen
And she smiled as she passed me by.
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.
She looked so sweet from her two bare feet
To the sheen of her nut brown hair.
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
For to see I was really there.
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.
As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head,
And I looked with a feelin' rare,
And I say's, say's i, to a passer-by,
"whose the maid with the nut brown hair"? “
He smiled at me and he says's, say's 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".
At the harvest fair she'll be surely there
So I'll wear in my Sunday clothes,
With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked
Right for a smile from my nut brown rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
Till my plough will rust coloured brown.
For 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,
No 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.