The Irish Rovers

Star Of The County Down(Chords)

The Irish Rovers

Key: Em

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	        Verse: 1 
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Near Banbridge Town in the County Down, One morning last July 
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From a bóithrín green came a sweet cailín, And she smiled as she passed me by 
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She looked so sweet from her two bare feet, To the sheen of her nut brown hair 
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Such a winsome elf, I?m ashamed of myself For to see I was staring there 


G D Em D From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin Town Em G D Em D Em No maid I've seen like the fair cailín that I met in the County Down
Verse: 2 Em G D Em D As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head, And I looked with a feelin' rare Em G D Em D Em And I say's, say's I, to a passer-by 'Whose the maid with the nut brown hair'? G D Em D Well, he looked at me, and he said to me, 'That's the gem of Ireland's crown Em G D Em D Em Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann she's the star of the County Down'
G D Em D From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin Town Em G D Em D Em No maid I've seen like the fair cailín that I met in the County Down
Verse: 3 Em G D Em D She'd soft brown eyes with a look so shy and a smile like a rose in June Em G D Em D Em And she sang so sweet what a lovely treat as she lilted an Irish tune G D Em D At the Lammas dance I was in a trance as she whirled with the lads of the town Em G D Em D Em And it broke my heart just to be apart from the star of the County Down
G D Em D From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin Town Em G D Em D Em No maid I've seen like the fair cailín that I met in the County Down:
Verse: 4 Em G D Em D At the Harvest Fair she'll be surely there and I'll dress in my Sunday clothes Em G D Em D Em With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right for a smile from my nut brown rose G D Em D No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke till my plough is a rust coloured brown Em G D Em D Em And a smiling bride, by my own fireside sits the star of the County Down

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