Songbook/Star Of The County Down

=The Star Of The County Down=


 * Guitar


 * Ukulele (gcea)


 * Ukulele (adf#h)

Near Banbridge town in the County Down One mornin' last Ju-ly, Down a boreen green came a sweet col-leen 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 coaxin' elf, sure I shook my self For to see if I was real-ly there.
 * 1st Verse


 * Chorus
 * From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
 * And from Galway to Dublin town,
 * No maid I've seen like the brown col-leen
 * That I met in the Coun-ty Down.

As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head And I looked with a feelin' rare. And I says, says I, to a passer-by "Who's the maid with the nut brown hair?" He smiled at me and then, says he, "That's the gem of the Ireland's crown, Young Rosie Mc-Cann from the banks of the Bann. She's the Star of the Coun-ty Down."
 * 2nd Verse

She'd a soft brown eye and a look so shy And a smile like the rose in June. And you hung on each note from her lily-white throat As she lilted an I-rish tune. At the pattern dance, you were held in a trance As she tripped through a reel or a jig. And when her eyes she'd roll, she'd coax up-on my soul A spud from a hung-ry pig
 * 3rd Verse

I've traveled a bit, but never was hit Since my roving career be-gan. But fair and square I sur-rendered there To the charm of young Ro-sie Mc-Cann. With a heart to let and no tenant yet Did I meet within shawl or gown, But in she went and I asked no rent From the Star of the Coun-ty Down  (Chorus)
 * 4th Verse

At the Harvest Faire she'll be surely there, So 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 'Til my plow is a rust-colored brown, 'Til my smilin' bride by my own fire-side Sits the Star of the Coun-ty Down  (Chorus)
 * 5th Verse