\begin{song}{
  title = {Star of County Down},
  alias = {Near Banbridge Town},
  lyrics = {Cathal McGarvey, eine von der deutschen Fassung abweichende Version (Text und Akkorde) ist hier abgedruckt.},
  cl = 256,
  barde = 224,
  libock = 264,
}

\begin{verse}
Near \chord{e}Banbridge Town in the \chord{G}County \chord{D}Down \\
one \chord{G}morning \chord{e}last \chord{D}July, \\
Down a \chord{e}boreen green came a sweet \chord{G}Colleen. \\
And she \chord{G}smiled as she \chord{C}passed me \chord{D}by. \\
Oh, she \chord{G}looked so sweet \\
from her \chord{a}two white feet. \\
To the \chord{G}sheen of her \chord{e}nut-brown \chord{D}hair. \\
Such a \chord{e}coaxing elf, I‘d to \chord{G}shake \chord{D}myself. \\
To make \chord{e}sure I was \chord{D}standing \chord{e}there.
\end{verse}

\begin{verse}
/: From \chord{G}Bantry Bay up to \chord{a}Derry Quay \\
and from \chord{G}Galway to \chord{e}Dublin \chord{D}town, \\
No maid \chord{e}I've seen like the \chord{G}fair \chord{D}colleen, \\
that I \chord{e}met in the \chord{D}County \chord{e}Down. :/
\end{verse}

\begin{verse}
As she onward sped 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?‘ \\
Oh, he smiled at me, and with pride says he, \\
That’s the gem of Ireland’s crown. \\
She’s young Rosie McCann, from the banks of the Bann \\
She’s the star of the County Down.‘
\end{verse}

\begin{verse}
I’ve travelled a bit, but never was hit, \\
Since my roving career began; \\
But fair and square I surrendered there \\
To the charm of young Rose McCann. \\
With a heart to let and no tenant yet \\
Did I meet within shawl or gown \\
But in she went and I asked no rent \\
From the star of the County Down.
\end{verse}

\begin{verse}
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 \\
Though my plough with rust turns brown \\
Till a smiling bride by my own fireside \\
Sits the Star of the County Down.
\end{verse}

\end{song}
