The Star of the County Down

Near to Banbridge town, in the County Down

On a morning in July

Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen

And she smiled as she passed me by

Oh, she looked so neat from her two white feet

To the sheen of her nut-brown hair

Such a coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself

To make sure I was really there

Oh, from Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay

And from Galway to Dublin town

No maid I've seen like the brown colleen

That I met at the County Down

As she onward sped, I scratched my head

And I gazed with a feeling square

There 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 said he

"She's the gem of old Ireland's crown

Young Rosie McCann, from the banks of the Bann

She's the Star of the County Down"

From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay

And from Galway to Dublin town

No maid I've seen like the brown colleen

That I met at the County Down

At the harvest fair she'll be surely there

So 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 my plough with rust turn brown

Till a smiling bride by my own fireside

Sits the Star of the County Down

Oh, from Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay

And from Galway to Dublin town

No maid I've seen like the brown colleen

That I met at the County Down

No maid I've seen like the brown colleen

That I met in the County Down

• Artist:Roger Whittaker
• Album:"Folk Songs"