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Star Of The County Down Pogues
Near to [Em]Banbridge Town, in the [G]County [D]Down
One [Em]morning in Ju[D]ly,
Down a [Em]boreen green came a [G]sweet co[D]lleen,
And she [Em]smiled as she [Am]passed me [Em]by;
Oh, she [G]looked so neat from her [D]two white feet
To the [Em]sheen of [Am]her nut-brown [D]hair,
Sure the [Em]coaxing elf, I'd [G]to shake my[D]self
To [Em]make sure I was [Am]standing [Em]there
Oh, from [G]Bantry Bay up to [D]Derry Quay,
And from [Em]Galway to Dublin[D] town,
No [Em]maid I've seen like the [G]brown [D]colleen
That I [Em]met in the [Am]County [Em]Down.
As she onward sped I shook my head
And I gazed with a feeling quare,
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,
"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."
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.
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.
***Version 2*** by Alex Stickel
Near to [Dm]Banbridge Town, in the [F]County [C]Down
One [Dm]morning in Ju[C]ly,
Down a [Dm]boreen green came a [F]sweet co[C]lleen,
And she [Dm]smiled as she [C]passed me[Dm] by;
Oh, she [F]looked so neat from her [C]two white feet
To the [Dm]sheen of h[C]er nut-brown hair,
Sure the [Dm]coaxing elf, I'd [F]to shake my[C]self
To [Dm]make sure I was s[C]tanding t[Dm]here
Oh, from [F]Bantry Bay up to [C]Derry Quay,
And from [Dm]Galway to Dublin[C] town,
No [Dm/BB]maid I've seen like the br[F]own co[C]lleen
That I [Dm]met in the [C]County[Dm] Down.
As she onward sped I shook my head
And I gazed with a feeling quare,
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,
"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."
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.
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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