Star of the County Down Near Banbridge town in 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, I'd to shake myself, To make sure I was standing there. CHORUS: From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay, And 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 so I shook my head, And I gazed with a feeling rare. And I said, says I, to a passerby, "Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?" He smiled at me, and with pride says he, "That's the gem of Ireland's crown. She's young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann, She's the star of the County Down." CHORUS I've travelled a bit, but never was hit, Since my roving career began. But fair and square I surrendered there, To the charms of young Rosie McCann. I'd a heart to let and no tenant yet, Did I meet with in shawl or gown. But in she went and I asked no rent, From the star of the County Down. CHORUS At the crossroads fair I'll be surely there, And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes. And I'll try sheep's eyes, and deluding lies, On the heart of the nut-brown rose. No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke, Though with rust my plow turns brown. Till a smiling bride by my own fireside, Sits the star of the County Down. CHORUS