Name: Star of the County Down
Duration: 1 min 52 s
Channel: Pat Bourke
Description: A reworking of a Traditional Irish song Long Description of Song Wanted to put a different spin on this.

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A reworking of a Traditional Irish song Long Description of Song Wanted to put a different spin on this.

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Shanty Boys

Celtic, Fusion, Folk Traditional Irish Canadian roots

The Shanty Boys are a Celtic band, setting the stage for expressing deeply rooted Celtic and alternative compositions Pat Bourke heads up this eclectic band, focusing on the strong imagery of heritage with a well-developed lyrical storyline. Through the ever-present Celtic rhythm, melodies, and with the ease of crossing over to other music genres, the listener is compelled to concentrate on the message of the lyrics.

Song Info

Genre

World • Traditional Celtic

Charts

#316 in subgenre Peak #7

Charts

Peak #137

Author

Pat Bourke

Rights

Pat Bourke

Uploaded

May 27, 2006

Track Files

MP3

MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 1:52

Story behind the song

A reworking of a Traditional Irish song

Lyrics

Star Of The County Down 

In Banbridge Town near the county Down one morning in July 
Down a boreen green comes a sweet colleen and she smiled as she passed me by 
Well she looked so neat from her two brown feet to the sheen of her nut brown hair 
Such a coaxing elf sure I shook myself to see if she was really there. 

Chorus 

Oh from Bantry Bay up to Derry quay, from Galway to Dublin town 
No maid I’ve seen like the sweet colleen that I met in the county down 

As she onward sped sure I shook my head and I felt with a feeling rare 
I sez sez I to a passer by who’s the maid with the nut brow hair 
He smiles at me and he sez sez he tis the gem of Irelands crown 
Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the ban, she’s the star of the county down 

At the harvest fair she’ll be surely there so I’ll dress in me Sunday clothes 
And I’ll make sheep’s eyes and I’ll tell some lies to win the heart of the nut brown rose 
No pipe I’ll smoke no horse I’ll yolk till my plow turns a rusty brown 
Till a smiling bride by my own fire side sits the star of the county down.