The star of the county down

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.