paroles de chanson Star Of The County Down - FIDDLER'S GREEN
Near
Banbridge
town
in
the
County
Down
One
morning
last
July,
From
a
boreen
green
came
a
sweet
Colleen
And
she
smiled
as
she
passed
me
by.
She
looked
so
sweet
from
her
two
bare
feet
To
the
sheen
of
her
nut-brown
hair.
Such
a
coaxing
elf,
sure
I
shook
myself
For
so
see
I
was
really
there.
From
Bantry
Bay
up
to
Derry
Quay
And
from
Galway
to
Dublin
town,
No
maid
I′ve
seen
like
the
fair
colleen
That
I
met
in
the
County
Down.
As
she
onward
sped,
sure
I
scratched
my
head
And
I
looked
with
a
feeling
rare.
And
I
say,
say's
I,
to
a
passer
- by,
"Who′s
the
maid
with
the
nut
- brown
hair"?
He
smiled
at
me
and
he
say's,
say's
he,
"That′s
the
gem
of
Ireland′s
crown.
Young
Rosie
Mc
Cann,
from
the
banks
of
the
bann
She's
the
star
of
the
County
Down."
At
the
Harvest
Fair
she′ll
be
surely
there
And
I'll
dress
in
my
Sunday
clothes,
With
my
shoes
shone
bright
and
my
hat
cocked
right
For
a
smile
from
my
nut
- brown
rose.
No
pipe
I′ll
smoke,
no
horse
I'll
yoke
Till
my
plough
it
is
rust
- coloured
brown.
Till
a
smiling
bride,
by
my
own
fireside
Sits
the
Star
of
the
County
Down
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