Irish Song Lyrics 
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The Star of the County Down 
Near to Banbridge Town, in the County Down One morning in July, Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen, And she smiled as she passed me by; Oh, she looked so neat from her two white feet To the sheen of her nut-brown hair, Sure the coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself To make sure I was standing there 
CHORUS: Oh, 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 I shook my 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?" 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 Down." 
I've travelled a bit, but never was hit Since my roving career began; But fair and square I surrendered there To the charms of young Rose McCann. I'd a heart to let and no tenant yet Did I meet with in shawl or gown, But in she went and I asked no rent From the Star of the County Down. 
At the crossroads fair I'll be surely there And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes And I'll try sheep's eyes, and deludhering lies On the heart of the nut-brown Rose. No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke Though with rust my plow turns brown, Till a smiling bride by my own fireside Sits the Star of the County Down.