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the star of the county down
(Trad. Arr. S. Brett/M. Brennan) Celtic Songs
Near to Banbridge Town
in the County Down
One morning in July
Down a boreen green
Came a sweet cailín
And she smiled
As she passed me by
She looked so neat
From her two white feet
To the sheen of her nut brown hair
Such a coaxing elf
I'd to shake myself
To make sure
I was standing there
As she onward sped
Sure I shook my head
And I gazed
With a feeling quare
And I said said I
To a passer by
Who’s the maid
With the nut brown hair
Oh he smiled at me
And with pride says he
That’s the gem of Ireland’s crown
She’s young Rosie McCann
From the banks of the Bann
She’s the star of the County DownChorus
From Bantry Bay
Up to Derry Quay
And from Galway
To Dublin Town
No maid I’ve seen
Like the brown cailÌn
That I met in the County Down
At the harvest fair
She’ll be surely there
So I’ll dress in my
Sunday clothes
With my hat tucked right
And my shoes shone bright
And all for my nut brown rose
No pipe I’ll smoke
No horse I’ll yoke
Though my plough
With rust turns brown
Till a smiling bride
By my own fireside
Sits the star of the County Down
Chorus x2