Star of The County Down

Bainbridge Town in the County Down One mornin' last July From a boreen green came a sweet Colleen She looked so sweet from her two bare feet To the sheen of her nut brown hair Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself For to see I was really there

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 he says, says he That's the gem of Ireland's crown It's 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 And 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 'Till my plow turns rust colored brown 'Till a smilin' bride, by my own fireside Sits the star of the County Down