Star of the County Down - Traditional
Near to Bambridge in the County Down
One morning in July,
Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen
And she smiled as she passed me by.
Oh. she looked so neat in her two white feet
To the sheen on her nut brown hair
Sure the coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself
To make sure I was standing there.
From Bantry Bay up to Dublin 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. I shook my head
And I gazed with a feeling queer
And I 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,
That's young Rosie McAnn from the banks of the Barn
She's the Star of the County Down."
In the Harvest Fair, she will surely be there
So I'll dress in my best Sunday clothes.
With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right
For a smile from the nut brown Rose.
No pipe I'll smoke. no ox I'll yoke
Till my plow turns a rust golden brown
And a-smilin' bright by my own fireside light
is the Star of the County Down.