Star of the country down

The Star Of The County Down 
 
Intro: 
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Verse: 
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In 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 my self 
       Em        D      Em 
For to see I was really there. 
 
Chorus: 
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From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and 
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From Galway to Dublin Town, 
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No maid I've seen like the brown colleen 
       Em         D      Em 
That I met in the County Down. 
 
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Verse2: 
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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, 
          Em          D      Em 
She's the star of the County Down." 
 
Chorus: 
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From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and 
     Em        C      D 
From Galway to Dublin Town, 
   Em                      G         D 
No maid I've seen like the brown colleen 
       Em         D      Em 
That I met in the County Down 
 
Bridge: 
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Verse3: 
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At 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 a smiling bride by my own fireside 
         Em          D      Em 
Sits the star of the County Down. 
 
Chorus: 
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From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and 
     Em        C      D 
From Galway to Dublin Town, 
   Em                      G         D 
No maid I've seen like the brown colleen 
       Em         D      Em 
That I met in the County Down