{title: Star of the County Down}

In [Em]Banbridge Town in the [C]County [D]Down
One [Em]morning [C]last Ju[D]ly,
From a [Em]boreen green came a [G]sweet col[D]leen
And she [Em]smiled as she [D]passed 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]coaxing elf, sure I [G]shook me[D]self
For to [Em]see I was [D]really [Em]there.

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From [G]Bantry Bay up to [D]Derry Quay and
From [Em]Galway to [C]Dublin [D]Town,
No [Em]maid I've seen like the [G]brown col[D]leen
That I [Em]met in the [D]County [Em]Down.
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As she [Em]onward sped, sure I [G]scratched my [D]head,
And I [Em]looked with a [C]feelin' [D]rare,
And I [Em]says, says I, to a [G]passer-[D]by,
"Who's the [Em]maid with the [D]nut brown [Em]hair?"
He [G]smiled at me and he [D]says, says he,
"That's the [Em]gem of [C]Ireland's [D]crown.
Young [Em]Rosie McCann from the [G]banks of the [D]Bann,
She's the [Em]star of the [D]County [Em]Down."

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From [G]Bantry Bay up to [D]Derry Quay and
From [Em]Galway to [C]Dublin [D]Town,
No [Em]maid I've seen like the [G]brown col[D]leen
That I [Em]met in the [D]County [Em]Down.
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At the [Em]Harvest Fair she'll be [G]surely [D]there
And I'll [Em]dress in my [C]Sunday [D]clothes,
With my [Em]shoes shone bright and my [G]hat cocked [D]right
For a [Em]smile from my [D]nut brown [Em]rose.
No [G]pipe I'll smoke and no [D]horse I'll yoke
'Till my [Em]plough turns [C]rust coloured [D]brown.
'Till a [Em]smiling bride by my [G]own fire[D]side
Sits the [Em]star of the [D]County [Em]Down.

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From [G]Bantry Bay up to [D]Derry Quay and
From [Em]Galway to [C]Dublin [D]Town,
No [Em]maid I've seen like the [G]brown col[D]leen
That I [Em]met in the [D]County [Em]Down.
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