THE STAR OF THE COUNTY DOWN
Near Banbridge town in the County down
One morning last July
Down a Boreen green came a sweet coleen
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 meself
For to 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 brown coleen
That I met in the County Down.
As she onward sped, sure I scratched me 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'.
At the harvest fair she'll be surely there,
So I'll dress in me Sunday clothes
With me shoes shone bright and me hat cocked right
For a smile from me nut-brown rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
Till me plough is a rust-coloured brown
Till a smiling bride by me own fireside
Sits the star of the County Down.
I've traveled a bit, but never was hit
Since me roving career began
But fair and square I surrendered there
To the charms of young Rosie McCann.
I'd heart to let and no tenant yet
Did I meet with in shawl or gown
But in she went and I asked no rent
From the Star of the County Down.