\begin{song}{
  title = {Star of County Down},
  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 Ban \chord{e}bridge Town in the Cou \chord{G}nty Dow \chord{D}n \\
one m \chord{G}orning la \chord{e}st \chord{D} July, \\
Down a bo \chord{e}reen green came a sweet \chord{G} Colleen. \\
And she sm \chord{G}iled as she pas \chord{C}sed me b \chord{D}y. \\
Oh, she lo \chord{G}oked so sweet \\
from her t \chord{a}wo white feet. \\
To the sh \chord{G}een of her n \chord{e}ut-brown hai \chord{D}r. \\
Such a co \chord{e}axing elf, I‘d to s \chord{G}hake mys \chord{D}elf. \\
To make sur \chord{e}e I was sta \chord{C}nd \chord{D}ing the \chord{e}re.
\end{verse}

\begin{verse}
/: From Ba \chord{G}ntry Bay up to Der \chord{a}ry Quay \\
and from Gal \chord{G}way to Du \chord{e}blin tow \chord{D}n, \\
No maid \chord{e} I've seen like the f \chord{G}air colle \chord{D}en, \\
that I m \chord{e}et in the \chord{C}Co \chord{D}unty D \chord{e}own. :/
\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}