Star of the County Down
In Banbridge Town in the County Down one morning last July From a boreen green came a sweet colleen 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 coaxing elf sure I pinched myself for to see I was really there
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay From Galway to Dublin Town No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen That I met in the County Down
As she onward sped sure I scratched my head and I looked with a feelin' rare And I say's, say's I, to a passer-by, "Whose the maid with the nut brown hair"? He smiled at me and he says, say's he, "That's the gem of Ireland's crown, sweet Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann she's the star of the County Down"
She’d soft brown eyes with a look so shy and a smile like a rose in June
And she sang so sweet, what a lovely treat, as she lifted an Irish tune
At the llamas dance I was in a trance as she whirled with the lads of the town
And it broke me heart just to be apart from the star of the county down.
At the Harvest Fair 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, till my plough is a rust colored brown Till a smiling bride by my own fireside sits the star of the County Down.