Songbook/Star Of The County Down

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The Star Of The County Down

Irish Folk – Text: Cathal Garvey (1866-1927), Melody : trad., arranged by Mjchael and Paniolo

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1^st Verse

Near [Em]Banbridge [C]town in the [G]County [D]Down
One [Em]mornin' last Ju-[D]ly,
Down a [Em]boreen [C]green came a [G]sweet col-[D]leen
And she [Em]smiled as she [C]passed [D]me [Em]by.
She [G]looked so sweet from her [D]two bare feet
To the [Em]sheen of her [C]nut-brown [D]hair.
Such a [Em]coaxin' [C]elf, sure I [G]shook my [D]self
For to [Em]see if I was [C]real-[D]ly [Em]there.

Chorus

From [G]Bantry Bay up to [D]Derry Quay
And from [Em]Galway to [C]Dublin [D]town,
No [Em]maid I've [C]seen like the [G]brown col-[D]leen
That I [Em] met in the [C]Coun-[D]ty [Em]Down.

2^nd Verse

As she [Em]onward [C]sped, sure I [G]scratched my [D]head
And I [Em]looked with a [C]feelin' [D]rare.
And I [Em]says, says [C]I, to a [G]passer-[D]by
"Who's the [Em]maid with the [C]nut [D]brown [Em]hair?"
He [G]smiled at me and [D]then, says he,
"That's the [Em]gem of the [C]Ireland's [D]crown,
Young [Em]Rosie Mc-[C]Cann from the [G]banks of the [D]Bann.
She's the [Em]Star of the [C]Coun-[D]ty [Em]Down."

3^rd Verse

She'd a [Em]soft brown [C]eye and a [G]look so [D]shy
And a [Em]smile like the [C]rose in [D]June.
And you [Em]hung on each [C]note from her [G]lily-white [D]throat
As she [Em]lilted an [C]I-[D]rish [Em]tune.
At the [G]pattern dance, you were [D]held in a trance
As she [Em]tripped through a [C]reel or a [D]jig.
And when her [Em]eyes she'd [C]roll, she'd coax up-[G]on my [D]soul
A [Em]spud from a [C]hung-[D]ry [Em]pig  

4^th Verse

I've [Em]traveled a [C]bit, but [G]never was [D]hit
Since my [Em]roving [C]career be-[D]gan.
But [Em]fair and [C]square I sur-[G]rendered [D]there
To the [Em]charm of young [C]Ro-[D]sie Mc-[Em]Cann.
With a [G]heart to let and no [D]tenant yet
Did I [Em]meet within [C]shawl or [D]gown,
But [Em]in she [C]went and I [G]asked no [D]rent
From the [Em]Star of the [C]Coun-[D]ty [Em]Down   (Chorus)

5^th Verse

At the [Em]Harvest [C]Faire she'll be [G]surely [D]there,
So I'll [Em]dress in my [C]Sunday [D]clothes.
With my [Em]shoes shone [C]bright and my [G]hat cocked [D]right,
For a [Em]smile from my [C]nut-[D]brown [Em]rose.
No [G]pipe I'll smoke; no [D]horse I'll yoke
'Til my [Em]plow is a [C]rust-colored [D]brown,
'Til my [Em]smilin' [C]bride by my [G]own fire-[D]side
Sits the [Em]Star of the [C]Coun-[D]ty [Em]Down   (Chorus)

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