Luyện nghe bài hát Star Of The County Down

Near Banbridge Town in the Down
One last July,
From a boreen green a sweet colleen
And she as she passed me by.
She looked so from her two bare feet
From the sheen of her nut hair.
Such a coaxing elf, I shook myself
For to see I was there.

From Bantry Bay up to Derry and
From Galway to Town,
No maid I've seen like the brown
I met in the County Down.

As she onward sped, I scratched my head,
Then I looked a feeling rare,
And I says, I, to a passer-by,
"Who's the maid with the nut hair?"
He smiled at me and he says, he,
"That's the gem of the crown.
Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann,
She's the of the County Down".

From Bantry Bay up to Derry and
Galway to Dublin Town,
No maid seen like the brown colleen
That I met in the Down.

At the harvest fair she'll be there
And dress in my Sunday clothes,
With my shone bright and my hat cocked right
for a smile of a nut rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no I'll yoke
my plough is rust coloured brown.
'Til a bride, by my own fireside
Sits the of the County Down.

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