Star of the County Down


In Banbridge town, in the County Down, on an evening of July,
Down a lonely street, came a girl so neat, and she smiled as she passed me by.
She looked so bright with a step as light as the lep of a spring-time hare,
Such a coaxing elf, I’d to shake myself, to make sure I was really there.

From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town,
There’s no maid I’ve seen like the sweet colleen that I met in the County Down.
From Scrabo Hill to Lisnadill, and from Comber to Newry town,
There’s no girl so neat as the damsel sweet, she’s the Star of the County Down.

As she onward sped, sure I shook my head and I gazed with a feeling queer,
And I said, 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.

She had soft brown eyes and a look so shy, and a smile like the rose in June,
And she sang so sweet, what a lovely treat, as she lilted an Irish tune.
She’d an eye as lush as a clockin’ thrush, as she flicked at her nut-brown hair,
And the words I had in my mouth went mad, as I stood with my heart all square.

To the spot next day I did make my way, and along came this lovely flower,
At the charming sight my heart took flight, like a lark at the midday hour,
But I stood my ground and I quickly found, at my smile, she in no ways frowned,
And such words I said, I will soon be wed, to the Star of the County Down.