Tears For Beers Star Of The County Down
Close to Banbridge town, in the county Down One morning last July Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen And she smiled as she passed me by; She looked so neat from her two bare feet, To the sheen of her nut-brown hair, Such a coaxing elf, I`d to shake myself, To make sure I was really there. From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay, And from Galway to Dublin town, Na maid I`ve seen like the brown collen, That I met in the country Down As sho onward sped sure I sratched my head And I said with a feeling rare, Ay", says I to a passer by, Who`s the maid with the nut-brown hair?" He smiled at me, and then says he: She`s the gem of Ireland`s crown, young Rosie McCann, from the banks of the Bann, she`s the Star of the county Down". From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay, And from Galway to Dublin town, Na maid I've seen like the brown collen, That I met in the county Down At the harvest fair I`ll be surely there And I dress in my Sunday clothes With my shoes shone bright and my hat upright And a smile from my nut-brown rose. No pipe I smoke, no horse I`ll yoke Let me plough with a rust turn brown Till a smiling bride by my own fireside Sits the Star of the County Down From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay, And from Galway to Dublin town, Na maid I`ve seen like the brown colleen, That I met in the county Down From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay, And from Galway to Dublin town, No maid I`ve seen like the brown colleen, That I met in the county Down
