Based in christian512 tablature. Upgraded by LucasBlat.
Orthodox Celts
Star Of The County Down
Near to [Em]Banbridge town, in the [G]County [D]Down, one [G]morning [Em]in Ju[D]ly
Down a [Em]boreen green came a [G]sweet colle[D]en and she [G]smiled as she [C]passed [D]me [Em]by
She [G]looked so neat from her [Am]two white feet to the [G]sheen of her [Em]nut-brown [D]hair
Sure the [Em]coaxing elf, I'd to [G]shake mys[D]elf, to make [Em]sure I was [C]stan[D]ding [Em]there
CHORUS:
From [G]Bantry Bay up to [Am]Derry Quay and from [G]Galway to [Em]Dublin [D]town
No m[Em]aid I've seen like the [G]sweet colle[D]en that I [Em]met in [C]Coun[D]ty [Em]Down
As she o[Em]nward sped, sure I scra[G]tched m[D]y head, An[G]d I look[Em]ed wi[D]th a feelin' are,
And I s[Em]ay's, say's I, to a [G]passer by, [D]"Who's the [G]maid with the [C]nut bro[D]wn [Em]hair?"
He s[G]myiled at me and he say'[Am]s, say's he, "That's t[G]he gem of the[Em] Ireland's[D] crown,
Young Ros[Em]ie McCann from the b[G]anks of t[D]he Bann, She'[Em]s the star [C]of t[D]he Co[Em]unty Down".
CHORUS:
From [G]Bantry Bay up to [Am]Derry Quay and from [G]Galway to [Em]Dublin [D]town
No m[Em]aid I've seen like the [G]sweet colle[D]en that I [Em]met in [C]Coun[D]ty [Em]Down
At the h[Em]arvest fair she'll be s[G]urely t[D]here So I'[G]ll dress[Em] in m[D]y Sunday clothes,
With my[Em] shoes shine bright,[G] and my hat[D] cocked rig[G]ht, For the sm[C]ile of [D]a n[Em]ut brown rose.
No p[G]ipe I'll smoke, no horse[Am] I'll yoke, Till my pl[G]ough turns ru[Em]st coloure[D]d brown.
Till a sm[Em]yling bride, by my o[G]wn firesi[D]de Sits the s[Em]tar of the [C]Coun[D]ty Do[Em]wn.
CHORUS 3x:
From [G]Bantry Bay up to [Am]Derry Quay and from [G]Galway to [Em]Dublin [D]town
No m[Em]aid I've seen like the [G]sweet colle[D]en that I [Em]met in [C]Coun[D]ty [Em]Down
Orthodox Celts
Star Of The County Down
Near to [Em]Banbridge town, in the [G]County [D]Down, one [G]morning [Em]in Ju[D]ly
Down a [Em]boreen green came a [G]sweet colle[D]en and she [G]smiled as she [C]passed [D]me [Em]by
She [G]looked so neat from her [Am]two white feet to the [G]sheen of her [Em]nut-brown [D]hair
Sure the [Em]coaxing elf, I'd to [G]shake mys[D]elf, to make [Em]sure I was [C]stan[D]ding [Em]there
CHORUS:
From [G]Bantry Bay up to [Am]Derry Quay and from [G]Galway to [Em]Dublin [D]town
No m[Em]aid I've seen like the [G]sweet colle[D]en that I [Em]met in [C]Coun[D]ty [Em]Down
As she o[Em]nward sped, sure I scra[G]tched m[D]y head, An[G]d I look[Em]ed wi[D]th a feelin' are,
And I s[Em]ay's, say's I, to a [G]passer by, [D]"Who's the [G]maid with the [C]nut bro[D]wn [Em]hair?"
He s[G]myiled at me and he say'[Am]s, say's he, "That's t[G]he gem of the[Em] Ireland's[D] crown,
Young Ros[Em]ie McCann from the b[G]anks of t[D]he Bann, She'[Em]s the star [C]of t[D]he Co[Em]unty Down".
CHORUS:
From [G]Bantry Bay up to [Am]Derry Quay and from [G]Galway to [Em]Dublin [D]town
No m[Em]aid I've seen like the [G]sweet colle[D]en that I [Em]met in [C]Coun[D]ty [Em]Down
At the h[Em]arvest fair she'll be s[G]urely t[D]here So I'[G]ll dress[Em] in m[D]y Sunday clothes,
With my[Em] shoes shine bright,[G] and my hat[D] cocked rig[G]ht, For the sm[C]ile of [D]a n[Em]ut brown rose.
No p[G]ipe I'll smoke, no horse[Am] I'll yoke, Till my pl[G]ough turns ru[Em]st coloure[D]d brown.
Till a sm[Em]yling bride, by my o[G]wn firesi[D]de Sits the s[Em]tar of the [C]Coun[D]ty Do[Em]wn.
CHORUS 3x:
From [G]Bantry Bay up to [Am]Derry Quay and from [G]Galway to [Em]Dublin [D]town
No m[Em]aid I've seen like the [G]sweet colle[D]en that I [Em]met in [C]Coun[D]ty [Em]Down
