Listen to Star of the County Down by Rapalje

Star of the County Down

Rapalje

Traditional Folk

60 Shazams

Lyrics

Near to 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 Derry Quay And from Galway to Dublin town No maid have I 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 feeling rare And I says, says I to a passer-by: "Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair" He smiled at me and he says, says he: "That's the gem of 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 Derry Quay And from Galway to Dublin town No maid have I seen like the brown colleen That I met in the county Down She'd a soft brown eye and a look so sly And a smile like a rose in June And you hung on each note from her lilly-white throat As she lilted an Irish tune At the pattern dance you were held in a trance As she skipped to a reel or a jig When her eyes she'd roll, she'd coax upon my soul A spud from a hungry pig From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay And from Galway to Dublin town No maid have I seen like the brown colleen That I met in the county Down I've travelled a bit but never was hit Since my roving career began But fair and square I surrendered there To the charm of young Rosie McCann With a heart to let and no tenant yet Did I meet with a shawl or gown But in she went and I asked no rent From the star of the county Down From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay And from Galway to Dublin town No maid have I seen like the brown colleen That I met in 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 plow turns rust-coloured brown 'Till a smiling bride, by my own fire-side Sits the star of the county Down From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay And from Galway to Dublin town No maid have I seen like the brown colleen That I met in the county Down
Writer(s): Martin Williams, Trad, George Roberts Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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