Star of the County Down by The Wolfe Tones Lyrics
Near Banbridge Town in the county down one morning last July
Down a boarding green came a sweet colleen
And she smiled as she passed me by
She looked so sweet in her two bare feet
To the fringe of her nut-brown hair
Young Rosee McCann from the banks of the Bann;
She's the star of the County down
Refrain: From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay, from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I have seen like the fairy colleen that I met in the county down
As she onward sped sure I scratched my head
And I looked with a feeling rare:
"Ay" says, says I to a passer-by
"Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"
And he smiled at me and he says, says he: "that's the gem if an Irelands crown!"
It's Rosee McCann from the banks of the Bann - she's the star of the county down
Refrain
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 upright for a smile from my nut-brown rose
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke, till my plough was a rust-coloured brown
'Till a smiling bride by my own fireside is the star of the county down
Refrain (2x)
Down a boarding green came a sweet colleen
And she smiled as she passed me by
She looked so sweet in her two bare feet
To the fringe of her nut-brown hair
Young Rosee McCann from the banks of the Bann;
She's the star of the County down
Refrain: From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay, from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I have seen like the fairy colleen that I met in the county down
As she onward sped sure I scratched my head
And I looked with a feeling rare:
"Ay" says, says I to a passer-by
"Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"
And he smiled at me and he says, says he: "that's the gem if an Irelands crown!"
It's Rosee McCann from the banks of the Bann - she's the star of the county down
Refrain
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 upright for a smile from my nut-brown rose
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke, till my plough was a rust-coloured brown
'Till a smiling bride by my own fireside is the star of the county down
Refrain (2x)