Star of the County Down Traditional Verse 1: In [Am] Banbridge Town in the[C] County[G] Down One [Am] morning[F] last[G] July, Down a [Am] boreen green came a[C] sweet[G] colleen And she [Am] smiled as she[G] passed me [Am] by. She [C] looked so sweet from her[G] two bare feet To the [Am] sheen of her[F] nut brown[G] hair. Such a [Am] coaxing elf, sure I[C] shook my[G] self To make [Am] sure I was[G] really[Am] there. |[Chorus] |From [C] Bantry Bay up to[G] Derry Quay and |From [Am] Galway to[F] Dublin[G] Town, |No [Am] maid I've seen like the[C] sweet col[G]leen |That I [Am] met in the[G] County[Am] Down. Instrumental: [Am] Verse 2: As she [Am] onward sped, sure I[C] shook my hea[G]d, And I [Am] gazed with a[F] feelin'[G] rare, And I [Am] says, says I, to a[C] passer [G]-by, "Who's the [Am] maid with the [G] nut brown [Am] hair?" He [C] smiled at me and he[G] says, says he, "That's the [Am] gem of old [F] Ireland's [G] crown. That's [Am] Rosie McCann from the [C] banks of the [G] Bann, She's the [Am] star of the [G] County [Am] Down." [Chorus] Verse 3: At the [Am] Harvest Fair she'll be[C] surely[G] there So I'll [Am] dress in my [F] Sunday [G] clothes, With my [Am] shoes shone bright and my[C] hat cocked[G] right For a [Am] smile from my[G] nut brown[Am] rose. No [C] pipe I'll smoke, no[G] horse I'll yoke Till my [Am] plough is a [F] rust coloured [G] brown. Till a [Am] smiling bride by my [C] own fire [G]side Sits the [Am] star of the[G] County [Am] Down. |[Chorus] |From [C] Bantry Bay up to[G] Derry Quay and |From [Am] Galway to[F] Dublin[G] Town, |No [Am] maid I've seen like the[C] sweet col[G]leen |That I [Am] met in the[G] County[Am] Down.