Star Of The County Down

Near Banbridge town in the County Down
 One morning last July
 From a boreen green came a sweet Colleen
 And she smiled as she passed me by
 She looked so sweet from her two bare feet
 To the sheen of her nut-brown hair
 Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
 For so see I was really there
 From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
 And from Galway to Dublin town
 No maid I've seen like the fair colleen
 That I met in the County Down
 As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head
 And I looked with a feeling rare
 And I say, say's I, to a passer - by
 "Who's the maid with the nut - brown hair"?
 He smiled at me and he say's, say's he
 "That's the gem of Ireland's crown
 Young Rosie Mc Cann, from the banks of the bann
 She's the star of the County Down."
 At the Harvest Fair she'll be surely there
 And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes
 With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right
 For a smile from my nut - brown rose
 No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
 Till my plough it is rust - coloured brown
 Till a smiling bride, by my own fireside
 Sits the Star of the County Down