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T:Star of the County Down, The
Z:Nigel Gatherer
M:4/4
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R:Reel
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w:Near_ Ban-bridge town, in the Coun-ty Down, one_ mor-ning_ in_ Ju-ly;
w:As she on-ward sped, I_ shook my head, and I gazed with a feel-_ing rare;
w:I've_ tra-velled a~bit, but_ never was hit since my ro-ving ca-reer_ be-gan;
w:At the cross-roads fair, I'll be sure-ly there and I'll dress in my Sun-_day clothes;
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w:Down a bo-reen green came a sweet col-leen, and she smiled as she passed me by.
w:And I said, says I, to a pass-er-by "who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"
w:But_ fair and square, I sur-ren-dered there to the charms of young Rose Mc-Cann.
w:And I'll try sheep's eyes, and de-lu-dher-ing lies on the heart of the nut-brown rose.
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w:She_ looked so sweet from her two white feet, to the sheen of her nut-_brown hair;
w:He_ smiled at me, and with pride says he, "That's the gem of_ Ire-_land's crown.
w:I'd a heart to let and no te-nant yet, did I meet with in shawl_ or gown.
w:No_ pipe I'll smoke, no_ horse I'll yoke though with rust my_ plow_ turns brown.
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w:Such a coaxi-ng elf, I'd to shake my-self to make sure I was stand-ing there.
w:She's young Ro-sie McCann from the banks of~the Bann; She's the star of the Coun-ty Down."
w:But_ in she went and I asked no rent from the star of the Coun-ty Down.
w:Till a smi-ling bride by my own fire-side sits the star of the Coun-ty Down.
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w:From_ Ban-try Bay up to Der-ry Quay and from Gal-way to Du-_blin town;
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w:No_ maid I've seen like the sweet col-leen that I met in the Coun-ty Down.
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W: Star of the County Down
W:
W:Near Banbridge town, in the County Down
W:One morning in July
W:Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen
W:And she smiled as she passed me by.
W:She looked so sweet from her two white feet
W:To the sheen of her nut-brown hair
W:Such a coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself
W:To make sure I was standing there.
W:From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
W:And from Galway to Dublin town
W:No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen
W:That I met in the County Down.
W:
W:As she onward sped I shook my head
W:And I gazed with a feeling rare
W:And I said, says I, to a passerby
W:"who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"
W:He smiled at me, and with pride says he,
W:"That's the gem of Ireland's crown.
W:She's young Rosie McCann
W:from the banks of the Bann
W:She's the star of the County Down."
W:From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
W:And from Galway to Dublin town
W:No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen
W:That I met in the County Down.
W:
W:I've travelled a bit, but never was hit
W:Since my roving career began
W:But fair and square I surrendered there
W:To the charms of young Rose McCann.
W:I'd a heart to let and no tenant yet
W:Did I meet with in shawl or gown
W:But in she went and I asked no rent
W:From the star of the County Down.
W:From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
W:And from Galway to Dublin town
W:No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen
W:That I met in the County Down.
W:
W:At the crossroads fair I'll be surely there
W:And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes
W:And I'll try sheep's eyes, and deludhering lies
W:On the heart of the nut-brown rose.
W:No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
W:Though with rust my plow turns brown
W:Till a smiling bride by my own fireside
W:Sits the star of the County Down.
W:From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
W:And from Galway to Dublin town
W:No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen
W:That I met in the County Down.