LT 14 Star Of The County Down 

Near to Banbridge Town, in the County Down 
One morning in July, down a boreen green
Came a sweet colleen, 
And she smiled as she passed me by; 
Oh, she looked so neat 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 

Oh, from Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay, 
And from Galway to Dublin town, 
No maid I've seen like the brown colleen 
That I met in the County Down. 

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." 

I've traveled a bit, but never was hit 
Since my roving career began; 
But fair and square I surrendered there 
To the charms of young Rose McCann. 
I'd a heart to let and no tenant yet 
Did I meet with in shawl or gown, 
But in she went and I asked no rent 
From the Star of the County Down. 

At the crossroads 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 with rust my plow turns brown, 
Till a smiling bride by my own fireside 
Sits the Star of the County Down.

Performer(s) Francesca etc. etc., 
                       Cattea the Studious
                       Thorvald Grimsson