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STAR OF THE COUNTY DOWN
Near to Banbridge Town, in the County Down
One morning last July,
From a boreen green came a sweet colleen,
And she smiled as she passed me by;
She looked so sweet from her two bare feet
To the sheen of her nut-brown hair,
Such a winsome elf, sure I shook myself
To see she was really there.
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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, sue I shook my head
And I looked with a feeling rare,
And I said, says I, to a passer-by,
"
Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"
He smiled at me, and he says, says he.
"
She’s the gem of Ireland's crown,
Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann,
She's the Star of the County Down."
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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
With a smile for my nut-brown Rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
Though my plow with rust turns brown,
Till a smiling bride, by my own fireside
Sits the Star of the County Down.
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