Star of the County Down
Traditional Irish
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Near to | Bainbridge town in the | county down one | morning | in Ju | ly |
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Down the | wild boreen came a | sweet Colleen and she | smiled as she | passed | me | by. |
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She | looked so sweet from her | two white feet to | the sheen of her | nut-brown | hair. |
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Sure the | coaxing elf I'd to | shake me | self to make | sure I was | stan | ding | there. |
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From | Bantry Bay down to | Derry Quay and from | Galway to | Dublin | Town; |
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No | Maid I've seen like the | sweet Col | leen that I | met in the | coun | ty | down. |
As she onward sped, sure I shook me head and I gazed with a feeling quare; | |
And I said, says I, to a passer-by, who's the maid with the nut-brown hair? | |
He smiled at me and with pride says he, that's the gem of Irelands crown. | |
She's young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann, she's the star of the County Down. | |
From Bantry Bay down 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. | |
She'd a soft brown eye and a look so sly and a smile like the rose in June; | |
And you held each note from her lily-white throat, as she lilted an Irish tune. | |
At the pattern dance you were in trance as she tripped through a jig or reel. | |
When her eyes she'd roll, she would lift soul - As your heart she would likely steal. | |
From Bantry Bay down 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. | |
At the harvest fair she'll be surely there and I'll dress my Sunday clothes. | |
With my shoes shon' bright and my hat cocked right for a smile from the nut-brown Rose. | |
No pipe I smoke, no horse I'll yoke, let my plough with the rust turn brown; | |
'Til a smiling bride by my own fireside sits the star of the County Down. | |
From Bantry Bay down 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. | |
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