The Star of the County Down - Celtic Thunder

In Banbridge Town near the County Down

One morning last July,

Down 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 shook myself

For to see I was really there.

From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay,

And from Galway to Dublin Town,

No maid I’ve seen like the brown colleen

That I met in the County Down.

As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head,

And I looked with a feeling 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 said, said he,

«She's the gem of Ireland’s crown,

Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann,

She’s the Star of the County Down.»

From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay,

And from Galway to Dublin Town,

No maid I’ve seen like the brown colleen

That I met in the County Down.

I’ve travelled a bit but was never smit

Since my roving career began.

But fair and square, I surrendered there

To the charms of Rose McCann.

I’d a heart to let, and no tenant yet

Had I met in a shawl or gown.

But in she went, and I asked no rent

From the Star of the County Down.

From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay,

And from Galway to Dublin Town,

No maid I’ve seen like the brown colleen

That I met in the County Down.

At the harvest fair, she’ll be surely there,

And I’ll dress in me Sunday clothes,

With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right

For a smile from me nut-brown rose.

No pipe I’ll smoke, no horse I’ll yoke,

'Til my plough is a rust-coloured brown,

'Til a smiling bride by my own fireside

Sits the Star of the County Down.

From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay,

And from Galway to Dublin Town,

No maid I’ve seen like the brown colleen

That I met in the County Down.

No maid I’ve seen like the brown colleen

That I met in the County Down.