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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]