- MIm SOL RE
Near to Banbridge Town, in the County Down
MIm RE One morning in July,
MIm SOL REDown a boreen green came a sweet colleen,
- MIm LAm MIm
And she smiled as she passed me by;
SOL RE Oh, she looked so neat from her two white feet
MIm LAm RETo the sheen of her nut-brown hair,
- MIm SOL RE
Sure the coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself
MIm LAm MIm To make sure I was standing there
SOL REOh, from Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay,
MIm REAnd from Galway to Dublin town,
- MIm SOL RE
No maid I've seen like the brown colleen
MIm LAm MIm 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.
***Version 2*** by Alex Stickel
REm FA DONear to Banbridge Town, in the County Down
- REm DO
One morning in July,
REm FA DO Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen,
REm DO REmAnd she smiled as she passed me by;
- FA DO
Oh, she looked so neat from her two white feet
REm DO To the sheen of her nut-brown hair,
REm FA DOSure the coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself
- REm DO REm
To make sure I was standing there
- FA DO
Oh, from Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay,
REm DO And from Galway to Dublin town,
Dm/BH F C
No maid I've seen like the brown colleen
- REm DO REm
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.
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