Paddy Goes To Holyhead - Star Of The County Down

Star Of The County Down

Near to Banbridge Town, in the County Down one morning last July
Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen and she smiled as sh epassed me by
Oh, she looked so neat from her two bare 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

As she onward sped sure I scratched 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"

At the harvest fair I´ll be surely there and I´ll dress in my Sunday clothes
And I´ll try sheep´s eyes, and deludhering cries on the heart of the 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

Oh, from Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay, and from Galway to Dublin-Town
No maid I´ve seen like the sweet colleen that I met in the County Down