The Star of the County Down (Irish Rovers)

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Near to Banbridge town in the County Down on
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 a mo  r ning  i n July.
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Down a Bo reen green came a sweet Colleen and she
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smiled as she passed me by
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She looked so neat from her two white feet to
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the sheen of her nut brow n hair
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Such a coax in elf I'd to shake my self to make
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sure I was really there
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From Bantry Bay up to Derry quay and from Galway
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to Dub li n town
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No o maid I've seen like the sweet Colleen that I
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met in the County Down


As she onward sped I shook my head
And I gazed with a feeling rare
And I said, says I, to a passerby
"Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"
He smiled at me, and with pride says he,
"That's the gem of Ireland's crown.
She's young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann
She's the star of the County Down."

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I've travelled a bit, but never was hit
Since my roving career began
But fair and square I surrendered there
To the charms of young Rose McCann.
I'd a 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.

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At the crossroads fair I'll be surely there
And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes
And I'll try sheep's eyes, and deludhering lies
On the heart of the nut-brown rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
Though with rust my plow turns brown
Till a smiling bride by my own fireside
Sits the star of the County Down.

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