Luyện nghe bài hát The Star of the County Down

Banbridge Town in the County
One morning July,
From a boreen green came a sweet
And she as she passed me by.
She looked so sweet her two bare feet
To the sheen of her nut brown
Such a coaxing elf, sure I myself
For to see I was there.

From Bay into Derry Quay
From Galway to Town
No maid seen like the fair colleen
I met in the County Down
As she sped, sure I scratched my head,
And I looked with a rare,
And I says, I, to a passer-by,
"Who's the maid with the nut brown
He at me and he says, says he,
"That's the gem of crown.
Young McCann from the banks of the Bann,
She's the of the County Down."

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