Paroles de Star Of The County Down
Near Banbridge Town in the County Down one morning in JulyDown a boreen green came a sweet Colleen and she smiled as she passed me by
Oh she looked so sweet from her two white feet to the sheen of her nut-brown hair
Sure the coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself to make sure I was standing there
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the sweet Colleen that I met in the County Down
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the sweet Colleen that I met in the County Down
At the Harvest Fair I'll be surely there and I'll dress in my Sunday clothes
And I'll try sheep's eyes and deludhering lies on the heart of the nut-brown Rose
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke tough my plough with rust turns brown
Till a smiling bride by my own fireside sits the star of the County Down
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the sweet Colleen that I met in the County Down
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the sweet Colleen that I met in the County Down
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the sweet Colleen that I met in the County Down
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the sweet Colleen that I met in the County Down
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the sweet Colleen that I met in the County Down
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the sweet Colleen that I met in the County Down
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the sweet Colleen that I met in the County Down
At the Harvest Fair I'll be surely there and I'll dress in my Sunday clothes
And I'll try sheep's eyes and deludhering lies on the heart of the nut-brown Rose
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke tough my plough with rust turns brown
Till a smiling bride by my own fireside sits the star of the County Down
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the sweet Colleen that I met in the County Down
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the sweet Colleen that I met in the County Down
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the sweet Colleen that I met in the County Down
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the sweet Colleen that I met in the County Down
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the sweet Colleen that I met in the County Down
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the sweet Colleen that I met in the County Down
