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The Star of the County Down

Traditional Irish song, "The Star of the County Down," performed by Jesse Ferguson, the Bard of Cornwall. Chords and lyrics below. Support this channel on Patreon:   / jessefergusonmusic   Jesse on Apple Music:   / jesse-ferguson   Jesse on YouTube Music:    / jesse ferguson - topic   Jesse on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/5heCd... Jesse on Amazon Music: https://www.amazon.com/Shanties-Whali... Jesse's Website: http://www.jessefergusonmusic.com Jesse's Facebook:   / bardofcornwall   The Star of the County Down (traditional, arrang. J. Ferguson, Dec. 2013) 100 bpm Intro: Em V1. Em G D Near to Banbridge Town, in the County Down Em D one morning in July, Em G D down a boreen green came a sweet colleen, Em D Em and she smiled as she passed me by. G D Well, she looked so neat from her two bare feet Em D to the sheen of her nut-brown hair— Em G D sure the coaxing elf, I had to pinch myself Em D Em to be sure I was standing there. Chorus: G D From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay Em D and 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. Interlude: G D Em D Em G D Em D Em V2. As she onward sped, sure I shook my head, and I gazed with a feeling rare. And I says, says I, to a passer-by, "Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?" 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." Chorus: V3. Well, I've travelled a bit, but I never was hit since my rovin’ 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 a shawl or gown. But in she went, and I asked no rent from the Star of the County Down. Chorus: V4. At the crossroads fair, I'll be surely there, and I'll dress in my Sunday clothes. 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 my plow turns a rust-coloured brown, ‘till a smiling bride by my own fireside sits the Star of the County Down. Chorus: [repeat, and draw out final line]