Star Of The County Down

Near Banbridge town, in the County Down
One morning in July
Down a bóithrín green came a sweet Cailín
And she smiled as she passed me by
She looked so sweet in 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 standing there
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I’ve seen like the sweet Cailín
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 sweet Cailín
That I met in the County Down
At the harvest fair I’ll be surely there
And I’ll dress 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 the plough with the rust in my turns 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
No maid I’ve seen like the sweet Cailín
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 sweet Cailín
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 sweet Cailín
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 sweet Cailín
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 sweet Cailín
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 sweet Cailín
That I met in the County Down