##title:Star Of The County Down ##author:Traditional ##_version:(v1) ============== Česky známé jako Královna z Dundrum Bay Near to [Emi]Banbridge town, in the [G]County [D]Down, one [Emi]morning [C]in Ju[D]ly Down a [Emi]boreen green came a [G]sweet colle[D]en and she [G]smiled as she [D]passed me [Emi]by She [G]looked so neat from her [D]two white feet to the [G]sheen of her [Emi]nut-brown [D]hair Sure the [Emi]coaxing elf, I'd to [G]shake mys[D]elf, to make [Emi]sure I was [C]stan[D]ding [Emi]there R:From [G]Bantry Bay up to [D]Derry Quay and from [G]Galway to [Emi]Dublin [D]town No [Emi]maid I've seen like the [G]sweet colle[D]en that I [Emi]met in [C]Coun[D]ty [Emi]Down As she onward sped, sure I shook my head and I gazed with a feeling quare 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 Irelands crown She's young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann, she's the star of the County Down R: She'd a soft brown eye and a look so sly and a smile like the rose in June And you held each note from her lily-white throat, as she lilted an Irish tune At the pattern dance you were in trance as she tripped through a jig or reel When her eyes she'd roll, she would lift soul as your heart she would likely steal R: At the harvest fair she'll be surely there and I'll dress my Sunday clothes With my shoes shon bright and my hat cocked right for a smile from the nut-brown Rose No pipe I smoke, no horse I'll yoke, let my plough with the rust turns brown Till a smiling bride by my own fireside sits the star of the County Down R: