Tha Star of the Country Down

Near to Banbridge Town in the Country Down, onde morning in
 July
Down a boreen green a sweet colleen and she smiled as she 
passed me by
She looked so neat from her two white feet to the sheen of 
her nut-brown hair
Sure a coaxin' elf, I had to shake myself to be sure I was 
really there

Chorus:
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin Town
No maid I've seen like the sweet solleen
That I met in the Country Down

As she onward sped I did shake my head and I looked with a 
feeling quare
And I said, said I, to a passerby "Who's the maid with the 
nut-brown hair?"
She smiled at me and with pride said he "That's the gem of 
Ireland's Crown"
Young Rosie McCann from the Banks of the Ban, she's the 
star of the Country Down

Chorus

At the haverst fair she will surely be there and I'll dress
 in my Sunday clothes
And I'll try sheep's eye and delludering lies on the heart 
of the nut-brown Rose
No horse I'll yoke, no pipe I'll smoke till my plough with 
the trust turn brown
Till a smiling bride my own fireside sits the star of the 
Country Down

Chorus