Luyện nghe bài hát The Star of the County Down

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

From Bay into Derry Quay
From Galway to Dublin
No maid I've seen the fair colleen
That I met in the 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 with the nut brown hair?
He smiled at me and he says, he,
"That's the gem of crown.
Young Rosie McCann from the of the Bann,
She's the star of the Down."

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