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***STAR OF THE COUNTY DOWN - Traditionally Arr. by The Pogues from the "White City" single Star Of The County Down - as perfomed by The Pogues
Near to BmBanbridge Town, in the ACounty ADown One Bmmorning in JuAly, Down a Bmboreen green came a Asweet coAlleen, And she Bmsmiled as she Empassed me Bmby; Oh, she Alooked so neat from her Atwo white feet To the Bmsheen of Emher nut-brown Ahair, Sure the Bmcoaxing elf, I'd Ato shake myAself To Bmmake sure I was Emstanding Bmthere
Oh, from ABantry Bay up to ADerry Quay, And from BmGalway to DublinA town, No Bmmaid I've seen like the Abrown Acolleen That I Bmmet in the EmCounty BmDown.
As she onward sped I shook my head And I gazed with a feeling quare, And I said, says I, to a passer-by, "Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?" Oh, 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 Bann, She's the Star of the County Down." I've travelled a bit, but never was hit Since my roving career began; But fair and square I surrendered there To the charms of young Rose McCann. I'd a heart to let and no tenant yet Did I meet with in shawl or gown, But in she went and I asked no rent >From the Star of the County Down. At the crossroads fair I'll be surely there And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes And I'll try sheep's eyes, and deludhering lies On the heart of the nut-brown Rose. No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke Though with rust my plow turns brown, Till a smiling bride by my own fireside Sits the Star of the County Down. ***Version 2*** by Alex Stickel
Near to AmBanbridge Town, in the GCounty GDown One Ammorning in JuGly, Down a Amboreen green came a Gsweet coGlleen, And she Amsmiled as she Gpassed meAm by; Oh, she Glooked so neat from her Gtwo white feet To the Amsheen of hGer nut-brown hair, Sure the Amcoaxing elf, I'd Gto shake myGself To Ammake sure I was sGtanding tAmhere
Oh, from GBantry Bay up to GDerry Quay, And from AmGalway to DublinG town, Am/BH G G No maid I've seen like the brown colleen That I Ammet in the GCountyAm Down.
As she onward sped I shook my head And I gazed with a feeling quare, And I said, says I, to a passer-by, "Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?" Oh, 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 Bann, She's the Star of the County Down." I've travelled a bit, but never was hit Since my roving career began; But fair and square I surrendered there To the charms of young Rose McCann. I'd a heart to let and no tenant yet Did I meet with in shawl or gown, But in she went and I asked no rent >From the Star of the County Down. At the crossroads fair I'll be surely there And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes And I'll try sheep's eyes, and deludhering lies On the heart of the nut-brown Rose. No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke Though with rust my plow turns brown, Till a smiling bride by my own fireside Sits the Star of the County Down.