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52 lines
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\begin{multicols*}{2}
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\begin{center}
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Near to Bambridge Town, in the County Down \\
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One morning in July, \\
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Down a boreen green came a sweet coleen, \\
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And she smiled as she passed me by; \\
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Oh, she looked so neat from her two white feet \\
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To the sheen of her nut-brown hair, \\
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Sure the coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself \\
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To make sure I was standing there \\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\
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Oh, from Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay, \\
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And from Galway to Dublin Town \\
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No maid I've seen like the brown collen \\
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That I met in the County Down. \\ }
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As she onward sped I shook my head \\
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And I gazed with a feeling quare; \\
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And I said, says I, to a passer-by, \\
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"Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?" \\
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Oh, he smiled at me, and with pride says he, \\
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"That's the gem of Ireland's crown, \\
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She's young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann, \\
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She's the Star of the County Down." \\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
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I've tavelled a bit, but never was hit \\
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Since my roving career began; \\
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But fair and square I surrended there \\
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To the charms of young Rose McCann. \\
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I'd a heart ot let and no tenant yet \\
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Did I meet with in shawl or gown, \\
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But in she went and I asked no rent \\
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From the Star of the County Down. \\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
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At the crossroads fair, I'll be surely there \\
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And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes \\
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And I'll try sheep's eyes, and deludhering lies \\
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On the heart of the nut-brown Rose. \\
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No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke \\
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Though with rust my plow turns brown, \\
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Till a smiling bride by my own fireside \\
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Sits the Star of the County Down. \\
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\textit{[Chorus] \\ }
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\end{center}
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\end{multicols*}
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