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Near to
Bainbridge Town, in the County Down
On a
morning in July
Down a
boreen green came a sweet colleen
And she
smiled as she passed me by
Oh, she
looked so sweet from her two bare feet
To the
sheen of her nut-brown hair
Such a
coaxing elf, had to shake myself
To be
sure I was really there
Oh,
from Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
From
Galway to Dublin town
No maid
I've seen like the brown colleen
She's
the Star of the County Down.
As she
onward sped I shook my head
And
gazed with a feeling rare
And I
said, 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
"She's
the gem of all Ireland's crown
She's
young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann
She's
the Star of the County Down."
At the
harvest fair she'll be surely there
So I'll
try try on my Sunday clothes
And
I'll try sheep's eyes, and deluding lies
On the
heart of the nut-brown Rose.
No pipe
I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
Though
my plow may rust and brown,
Till a
smiling bride by my own fireside
Sits
the Star of the County Down.