Luyện nghe bài hát The Star of the County Down

Banbridge in the County Down*
One morning July,
From a boreen came a sweet colleen
And she smiled as she me by.
She looked so from her two bare feet
To the sheen of her nut hair
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook
For to see I was there.

From Bantry Bay into Quay
From Galway to Town
No maid I've seen like the colleen
I met in the County Down
As she onward sped, sure I my head,
And I looked a feelin' rare,
And I says, I, to a passer-by,
"Who's the maid the nut brown hair?
He at me and he says, says he,
"That's the gem of crown.
Young Rosie McCann from the of the Bann,
the star of the County Down."

The Harvest Fair she'll be there
And I'll dress in my clothes,
With my shoes shone bright and my hat right
For a smile my nut brown rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse yoke
Till my plough turns rust brown.
Till my bride by my own fireside
Sits the star of the Down.