Orthodox Celts - 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 to see I was really there.
From Bantry Bay up to berry 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, sure I scratched my head
And I looked with a feelin' rare,
And I say's, say's I, to a passer by,
"Who's the maid with the nut brown hair?"
He smyiled at me and he say's, say's he,
"That's the gem of the Ireland's crown,
Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann,
She's the star of the County Down".
From Bantry Bay up to berry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin Town,
No maid I've seen like the brown colleen
That I met in the County Down.
At the harvest fair she'll be surely there
So I'll dress in my Sunday clothes,
With my shoes shine bright, and my hat cocked right,
For the smile of a nut brown rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke,
Till my plough turns rust coloured brown.
Till a smyling bride, by my own fireside
Sits the star of the County Down.
From Bantry Bay up to berry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin Town,
No maid I've seen like the brown colleen
That I met in 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 to see I was really there.
From Bantry Bay up to berry 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, sure I scratched my head
And I looked with a feelin' rare,
And I say's, say's I, to a passer by,
"Who's the maid with the nut brown hair?"
He smyiled at me and he say's, say's he,
"That's the gem of the Ireland's crown,
Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann,
She's the star of the County Down".
From Bantry Bay up to berry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin Town,
No maid I've seen like the brown colleen
That I met in the County Down.
At the harvest fair she'll be surely there
So I'll dress in my Sunday clothes,
With my shoes shine bright, and my hat cocked right,
For the smile of a nut brown rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke,
Till my plough turns rust coloured brown.
Till a smyling bride, by my own fireside
Sits the star of the County Down.
From Bantry Bay up to berry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin Town,
No maid I've seen like the brown colleen
That I met in the County Down.
