Lyriel - Star Of County Down Lyrics
One morning in JulyDown a boreen green came a sweet colleenAnd she smiled as she passed me by.She looked so sweet from her two white feetTo the sheen of her nut-brown hairSuch a coaxing elf, I'd to shake myselfTo make sure I was standing there.From Bantry Bay up to Derry QuayAnd from Galway to Dublin townNo maid I've seen like the sweet colleenThat I met in the County Down.As she onward sped I shook my headAnd I gazed with a feeling rareAnd I said, says I, to a passerby"Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"From Bantry Bay up to Derry QuayAnd from Galway to Dublin townNo maid I've seen like the sweet colleenThat I met in the County Down.From Bantry Bay up to Derry QuayAnd from Galway to Dublin townNo maid I've seen like the sweet colleenThat I met in the County Down.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 BannShe's the star of the County Down."From Bantry Bay up to Derry QuayAnd from Galway to Dublin townNo maid I've seen like the sweet colleenThat I met in the County Down.I've travelled a bit, but never was hitSince my roving career beganBut fair and square I surrendered thereTo the charms of young Rose McCann.I'd a heart to let and no tenant yetDid I meet with in shawl or gownBut in she went and I asked no rentFrom the star of the County Down.From Bantry Bay up to Derry QuayAnd from Galway to Dublin townNo maid I've seen like the sweet colleenThat I met in the County Down.At the crossroads fair I'll be surely thereAnd I'll dress in my Sunday clothesAnd I'll try sheep's eyes, and deludhering liesOn the heart of the nut-brown rose.No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yokeThough with rust my plow turns brownTill a smiling bride by my own firesideSits the star of the County Down.
