1.Star Of The County Down
Lyricist：Cathy Garvey, Traditional
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 travelled 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 plough turns brown
Till a smiling bride by my own fireside
Sits the Star of the County Down
2.Carrickfergus
Lyricist：Traditional
I Wish I was in Carrickfergus
Only for nights in Ballygran
I would swim over the deepest ocean
The deepest ocean for my love to find
But the sea is wide and I cannot swim over
And neither have I wings to fly
If I could find me a handsome boatman
To ferry me over to my love and die
My childhood days bring back sad reflections
Of happy times I spent so long ago
My boyhood friends and my own relations
Have all passed on now like melting snow
But I'll spend my days in endless roaming
Soft sit the grass my bed is free
Ah, to be back in Carrickfergus
On that long road down to the sea
And in Kilkenny it is reported
There are marble stones as black as ink
With gold and silver I would support her
But I'll sing no more now till I get a drink
I'm drunk today and I'm seldom sober
A handsome rover from town to town
Ah, but I'm sick now, my days are numbered
So come all, ye young men and lay me down
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