Star Of The County Down

	  		

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Near to Banbridge town, in the County Down, one morning in July 
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Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen and she smiled as she passed me by 
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She looked so neat from her two white feet to the sheen of her nut-brown hair 
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Sure the coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself, to make sure I was standing there 


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      From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town 
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      No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen that I met in County Down 



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As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head, And I looked with a feelin' are, 
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And I say's, say's I, to a passer by, "Who's the maid with the nut brown hair?" 
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He smyiled at me and he say's, say's he, "That's the gem of the Ireland's crown, 
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Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann, She's the star of the County Down".  

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      From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town 
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      No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen that I met in County Down 



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At the harvest fair she'll be surely there So I'll dress in my Sunday clothes, 
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With my shoes shine bright, and my hat cocked right, For the smile of a nut brown rose. 
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No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke, Till my plough turns rust coloured brown. 
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Till a smyling bride, by my own fireside Sits the star of the County Down.  


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      From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town 
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      No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen that I met in County Down