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Regel 4: Regel 4:
| land = IR
| land = IR
| rep = maandag
| rep = maandag
| joost = blokfluit
| joost = altblokfluit
| arent = mandola
| arent = mandola
| copy = 0
| copy = 0
| genre = folk
| genre = folk
| video = c3EqbhJcimA
| video = c3EqbhJcimA
| info = Twee Ierse deunen
| notitie = Intro: Em C C9 Em Em4 Em - Combi met "[[Crested Hens]]"
| taal = EN
| lyrics  =  
| lyrics  =  
In {{Em}}Banbridge Town in the {{G}}County {{D}}Down
In {{Em}}Banbridge {{C}}Town in the {{G}}County {{D}}Down
One {{Em}}morning {{C}}last {{D}}July,
One {{G}}morning {{Em}}last {{Bm}}July,
From a {{Em}}boreen green came a {{G}}sweet {{D}}colleen
From a {{Em}}boreen {{C}}green came a {{G}}sweet {{D}}colleen
And she {{Em}}smiled as she {{D}}passed me {{Em}}by.
And she {{G}}smiled as she {{D}}passed {{Am}}me {{Em}}by.
She {{G}}looked so sweet from her {{D}}two bare feet
  She {{G}}looked so sweet from her {{D}}two bare feet
To the {{Em}}sheen of her {{C}}nut brown {{D}}hair.
  To the {{G}}sheen of her {{Em}}nut brown {{Bm}}hair.
Such a {{Em}}coaxing elf, sure I {{G}}shook my {{D}}self
  Such a {{Em}}coaxing {{C}}elf, sure I {{G}}shook my {{D}}self
For to {{Em}}see I was {{D}}really {{Em}}there.
  For to {{Em}}see I was {{Am}}really {{Em}}there.


  From {{G}}Bantry Bay up to {{D}}Derry Quay and
  From {{G}}Bantry Bay up to {{D}}Derry Quay and
  From {{Em}}Galway to {{C}}Dublin {{D}}Town,
  From {{G}}Galway to {{Em}}Dublin {{Bm}}Town,
  No {{Em}}maid I've seen like the {{G}}brown col{{D}}leen
  No {{Em}}maid I've {{C}}seen like the {{G}}brown col{{D}}leen
  That I {{Em}}met in the {{D}}County {{Em}}Down.
  That I {{Em}}met in the {{Am}}County {{Em}}Down.


As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head,
As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head,
And I looked with a feelin' rare,
And I looked with a feelin' rare,
And I says, says I, to a passer-by,
And I says, says I, to a passer-by,
"Who's the maid with the nut brown hair?"
"Who's the maid with the nut brown hair?"
He smiled at me and he says, says he,
  He smiled at me and he says, says he,
"That's the gem of Ireland's crown.
  "That's the gem of Ireland's crown.
Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann,
  Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann,
She's the star of the County Down."
  She's the star of the County Down."


At the Harvest Fair she'll be surely there
At the Harvest Fair she'll be surely there
Regel 38: Regel 40:
With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right
With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right
For a smile from my nut brown rose.
For a smile from my nut brown rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
  No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
Till my plough turns rust coloured brown.
  Till my plough turns rust coloured brown.
Till a smiling bride by my own fireside
  Till a smiling bride by my own fireside
Sits the star of the County Down.
  Sits the star of the County Down.
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Huidige versie van 20 jan 2023 om 14:45

In EmBanbridge CTown in the GCounty DDown
One Gmorning Emlast BmJuly,
From a Emboreen Cgreen came a Gsweet Dcolleen
And she Gsmiled as she Dpassed Amme Emby.
  She Glooked so sweet from her Dtwo bare feet
  To the Gsheen of her Emnut brown Bmhair.
  Such a Emcoaxing Celf, sure I Gshook my Dself
  For to Emsee I was Amreally Emthere.

  From GBantry Bay up to DDerry Quay and
  From GGalway to EmDublin BmTown,
  No Emmaid I've Cseen like the Gbrown colDleen
  That I Emmet in the AmCounty EmDown.

As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head,
And I looked with a feelin' rare,
And I says, says I, to a passer-by,
"Who's the maid with the nut brown hair?"
  He smiled at me and he says, says he,
  "That's the gem of Ireland's crown.
  Young Rosie McCann 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 turns rust coloured brown.
  Till a smiling bride by my own fireside
  Sits the star of the County Down.

Intro: Em C C9 Em Em4 Em - Combi met "Crested Hens"
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Land IR
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