Star Of The County Down

[Em] In Banbridge Town in the [G] County [D] Down

One [Em] morning last [D] July,

From a [Em] boreen green came a [G] sweet [D] colleen

And she [Em] smiled as she [D] passed me by. [Em]

She [G] looked so sweet from her [D] two bare feet

To the [Em] sheen of her nut brown [D] hair.

Such a [Em] coaxing elf, sure I [G] shook my [D] self

For to [Em] see I was [D] really [Em] there.

Chorus:

From [G] Bantry Bay up to [D] Derry Quay and

From [Em] Galway to Dublin [D] Town,

No [Em] maid I've seen like the [G] brown [D] colleen

That I [Em] met in the [D] County {Em] 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,

"That's the gem of Ireland's crown.

It's Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann,

She's the star of the County Down".

Chorus:

From Bantry Bay up to Derry Ouay and

From Galway to Dublin Town,

No maid I've seen like the brown colleen

That I met in the County Down.

At the Harvest Fair she'll be surely there

And I'll dress 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 turns rust coloured brown.

Till a smiling bride, by my own fireside

Sits the star of the County Down.

Chorus / Repeat