{t:The Star of the County Down}
{st:Music: traditional  Words: Cathal McGarvey}


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In [Am]Banbridge Town in the [C]County [G]Down
one [Am]morning last Ju[G]ly,
From a [Am]bóithrín green came a [C]sweet cai[G]lín
and she [Am]smiled as she [G]passed me [Am]by
She [C]looked so sweet from her [G]two bare feet
to the [Am]sheen of her nut brown[G] hair
Such a [Am]coaxing elf, sure I [C]shook my[G]self
to make [Am]sure I was [G]really [Am]there.


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From [C]Bantry Bay up to [G]Derry Quay,
from [Am]Galway to Dub-a-lin [G]Town,
No [Am]maid I've seen like the [C]brown cail[G]ín
that I [Am]met in the [G]County [Am]Down
[Am]    [G]    [Am]    [G]    [Am]      [G]  [Am]
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As she [Am]onward sped, sure I [C]shook my [G]head
And I [Am]looked with a feeling [G]rare.
Then I [Am]said, says I, to a [C]passer-[G]by,
"Who's the [Am]maid with the [G]nut-brown [Am]hair?"
Well, he [C]smiled at me, and then [G]says he,
"That's the [Am]gem of Ireland's [G]crown,
She's [Am]Rosie McCann from the [C]banks of the [G]Bann,
She's the '[Am]Star of the [G]County [Am]Down'"


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From [C]Bantry Bay up to [G]Derry Quay,
from [Am]Galway to Dub-a-lin [G]Town,
No [Am]maid I've seen like the [C]brown cail[G]ín
that I [Am]met in the [G]County [Am]Down
[Am]    [G]    [Am]    [G]    [Am]      [G]  [Am]
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I’ve [Am]travelled a bit, but [C]never was [G]hit
Since my [Am]roving career be[G]gan
But [Am]fair and square I sur[C]rendered [G]there
To the [Am]charms of young [G]Rose Mc[Am]Cann.
I’d a [C]heart to let and no [G]tenant yet
Did I [Am]meet with in shawl or [G]gown
But [Am]in she went and I [C]asked no [G]rent
From the [Am]Star of the [G]County [Am]Down


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From [C]Bantry Bay up to [G]Derry Quay,
from [Am]Galway to Dub-a-lin [G]Town,
No [Am]maid I've seen like the [C]brown cail[G]ín
that I [Am]met in the [G]County [Am]Down
[Am]    [G]    [Am]    [G]    [Am]      [G]  [Am]
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At the [Am]harvest fair, she'll be [C]surely [G]there
So I'll [Am]dress in my Sunday [G]clothes
With my [Am]shoes shone bright, and my [C]hat cocked [G]right
For a [Am]smile from my [G]nut-brown [Am]Rose.
No [C]pipe I'll smoke, and no [G]horse I'll yoke
Though with [Am]rust my plow turns [G]brown,
Till a [Am]smiling bride by my [C]own fire[G]side
Sits the '[Am]Star of the [G]County [Am]Down'


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From [C]Bantry Bay up to [G]Derry Quay,
from [Am]Galway to Dub-a-lin [G]Town,
No [Am]maid I've seen like the [C]brown cail[G]ín
that I [Am]met in the [G]County [Am]Down
From [C]Bantry Bay up to [G]Derry Quay,
from [Am]Galway to Dub-a-lin [G]Town,
No [Am]maid I've seen like the [C]brown cail[G]ín
that I [Am]met in the [G]County [Am]Down
[Am]    [G]    [Am]    [G]    [Am]      [G]  [Am]
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