Banbridge Town in the County Down
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One morning last July,
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From a boreen green came a sweet colleen
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And she smiled as she passed me by.
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She looked so sweet from her two bare feet
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To the sheen of her nut brown hair
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Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
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For to see I was really there.
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[Chorus:]
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From Bantry Bay into Derry Quay
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From Galway to Dublin Town
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No maid I've seen like the fair colleen
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That I met in the County Down
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As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head,
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And I looked with a feelin' rare,
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And I says, says I, to a passer-by,
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"Who's the maid with the nut brown hair?
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He smiled at me and he says, says he,
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"That's the gem of Ireland's crown.
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Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann,
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She's the star of the County Down."
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[Chorus]
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The Harvest Fair she'll be surely there
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And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes,
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With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right
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For a smile from my nut brown rose.
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No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
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Till my plough turns rust coloured brown.
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Till my smiling bride by my own fireside
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Sits the star of the County Down.
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[Chorus]
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[Repeat]
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The Star Of The County Down
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| Loreena McKennitt |
