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[ti:The Star of the County Down] |
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[ar:Sheoda,Margaret Brennan] |
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[al:Celtic Woman 3: Ireland] |
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Near Banbridge town, in the County Down |
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One morning in July |
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Down 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 white feet |
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To the sheen of her nut-brown hair |
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Such a coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself |
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To make sure I was standing there. |
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As she onward sped,sure I shook my head |
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And I gazed with a feeling rare |
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And I said, says I, to a passerby |
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Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair? |
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He smiled at me, and with pride says he |
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That's the gem of Ireland's crown. |
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She's 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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From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay |
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And from Galway to Dublin town |
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No maid I've seen like the brown colleen |
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That I met in the County Down. |
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At the harvest fair She'll be surely there |
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So I'll dress in my Sunday clothes |
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With my hat just right and my shoes shined bright and 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 |
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Sits the star of the county down. |
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From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay |
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And from Galway to Dublin town |
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No maid I've seen like the brown colleen |
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That I met in the County Down. |
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From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay |
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And from Galway to Dublin town |
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No maid I've seen like the brown colleen |
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That I met in the County Down. |
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