Van Morrison – Star Of The County Down (Guitar)

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In Banbridge Town in the County Down

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One morning last July,

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From a boreen green came a sweet colleen

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And she smiled as she passed me by.

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She looked so sweet from her two bare feet

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To the sheen of her nut brown hair.

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Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook my self

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For to see I was really there.

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From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and

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From Galway to Dublin Town,

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No maid I've seen like the brown colleen

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That I met in the County Down.

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As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head,

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And I looked with a feelin' rare,

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And I says, says I, to a passer-by,

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"Who's the maid with the nut brown hair?"

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He smiled at me and he says, says he,

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"That's the gem of Ireland's crown.

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Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann,

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She's the star of the County Down."

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From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and

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From Galway to Dublin Town,

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No maid I've seen like the brown colleen

       Em         D      Em
That I met in the County Down

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At the Harvest Fair she'll be surely there

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And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes,

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With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right

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For a smile from my nut brown rose.

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No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke

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Till my plough turns rust coloured brown.

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Till a smiling bride by my own fireside

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Sits the star of the County Down.

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From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and

     Em        C      D
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