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\beginsong{Star of The County Down}[by=Traditional] |
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\beginsong{Star of The County Down}[by=Traditional] |
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\beginverse |
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In Banbridge Town in the County Down |
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One morning last July, |
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From a boreen green came a sweet colleen |
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And she smiled as she passed me by. |
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She looked so sweet from her two bare feet |
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To the sheen of her nut brown hair. |
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Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself |
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For to see I was really there. |
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\endverse |
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\beginchorus |
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From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and |
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From Galway to Dublin Town, |
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No maid I've seen like the brown colleen |
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That I met in the County Down. |
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\endchorus |
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\beginverse |
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As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head, |
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And I looked with a feelin' rare, |
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And I says, says I, to a passer-by, |
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"Who's the maid with the nut brown hair?" |
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He smiled at me and he says, says he, |
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"That's the gem of Ireland's crown. |
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Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann, |
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She's the star of the County Down." |
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\endverse |
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\benginverse |
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At the Harvest Fair she'll be surely there |
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And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes, |
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With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right |
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For a smile from my nut brown rose. |
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No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke |
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Till my plough turns rust coloured brown. |
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Till a smiling bride by my own fireside |
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Sits the star of the County Down. |
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\endverse |
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\endsong |
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\endsong |