The Star Of The County Down Testo

Near Banbridge Town in the County down one morning last July,
Down a Boreen green came a sweet colleen and she smiled as she passed me by.
She look so sweet from her two bare feet to the sheen of her nut brown hair
Such a caoxing elf, sure I shook myself, for to see I was really there
Chorus
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, sure I scratched my head, and I looked with a feeling rare
And I says, says I, to a passer by : 'Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair ?'
He smiled at me and he says, says he : 'That the gem of Ireland's crown
Young Rosie McCann from the Banks of the Bann ; She's the star of the County Down.'
At the harvest faire she'll be surely there, so 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 is rust-coloured brown
Till a smiling bride by my own fireside sits the star of the County Down.