The Star of the County Down Chords by Sheoda, Margaret Brennan
Tempo:
100.05 bpm
Chords used:
D#m
B
C#
F#
A#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D#m] [B] [F#] [C#]
[D#m] [B] [F#] [C#]
[D#m] [B] [F#] [C#]
[D#m] [B] [C#] Near [F#] to Banbridge [B] [C#] Town, in [F#] the county town, one [B] morning [C#] in July,
[A#m] down [D#m] a boring [B] green came a [C#] sweet Colleen, and she [D#m] smiled as [B] she [D#m] passed me by.
[F#]
She looked so [B] neat, from her [C#] two white feet to [D#m] the sheen of [B] her nut [F#] brown [C#] hair.
Such [D#m] a [A#m] coaxing [B] yelp, [F#] I took a shake [C#] myself to make [D#m] sure I [B] was standing [D#m] there.
As she [B] awkwardly stared, sure I [F#] shook my [C#] head, and [D#m] I gazed with a [B] feeling [C#] queer.
[A#m] And [D#m] I said, [B] said I, to [F#] a [C#] passerby, who's [D#m] the maid with the [B] nut brown [D#m] hair.
Oh, [F#] he smiled at [B] me, and with [C#] pride says he, that's [D#m] the gem [B] of Ireland's [C#] crown.
She's [D#m] young Rosie [B] McCann, from [F#] the banks of the [C#] Ban, she's the [D#m] star of [B] the county [D#m] town.
[F#] From Bantry [B] Bay up [C#] to Derry Cay, and [D#m] from Galway to [B] Dublin [C#] Town.
No [D#m] maid I've [B] seen like [F#] the brown [C#] Colleen, that [D#m] I met in the [B] county [D#m] town.
At the harvest [B] fair, she'll [F#] be surely [C#] there, so [D#m] I'll dress in [B] my Sunday [C#] clothes.
With [D#m] my hat tucked [B] right, [F#] and my shoes shone [C#] bright, [D#m] and all for [B] my nut brown [D#m] rose.
[F#] No pine by [B] the smoke, no [C#] horse I look, though [D#m] my plough with rust [C#] turns brown.
Still [D#m] a smiling [B] bride, by [F#] my own [C#] fireside, sits [D#m] the star of [B] the county [D#m] town.
[F#] From Bantry [B] Bay up [C#] to Derry Cay, and [D#m] from Galway [B] to Dublin [C#] Town.
[D#m] No maid [B] I've seen like [F#] the brown [C#] Colleen, that [D#m] I met in [B] the county [D#m] town.
[F#] From Bantry [B] Bay up [C#] to Derry [A#m] Cay, and [D#m] from Galway [B] to Dublin [C#] Town.
No [D#m] maid [B] I've seen like [F#] the brown [C#] Colleen, that [D#m] I met in [B] the county [D#m] town.
[B] [F#] [C#] [D#m] [B]
[F#] [G#m] [C#] [D#m] [B]
[F#] [C#] [D#m] [B]
[D#m]
[D#m] [B] [F#] [C#]
[D#m] [B] [F#] [C#]
[D#m] [B] [C#] Near [F#] to Banbridge [B] [C#] Town, in [F#] the county town, one [B] morning [C#] in July,
[A#m] down [D#m] a boring [B] green came a [C#] sweet Colleen, and she [D#m] smiled as [B] she [D#m] passed me by.
[F#]
She looked so [B] neat, from her [C#] two white feet to [D#m] the sheen of [B] her nut [F#] brown [C#] hair.
Such [D#m] a [A#m] coaxing [B] yelp, [F#] I took a shake [C#] myself to make [D#m] sure I [B] was standing [D#m] there.
As she [B] awkwardly stared, sure I [F#] shook my [C#] head, and [D#m] I gazed with a [B] feeling [C#] queer.
[A#m] And [D#m] I said, [B] said I, to [F#] a [C#] passerby, who's [D#m] the maid with the [B] nut brown [D#m] hair.
Oh, [F#] he smiled at [B] me, and with [C#] pride says he, that's [D#m] the gem [B] of Ireland's [C#] crown.
She's [D#m] young Rosie [B] McCann, from [F#] the banks of the [C#] Ban, she's the [D#m] star of [B] the county [D#m] town.
[F#] From Bantry [B] Bay up [C#] to Derry Cay, and [D#m] from Galway to [B] Dublin [C#] Town.
No [D#m] maid I've [B] seen like [F#] the brown [C#] Colleen, that [D#m] I met in the [B] county [D#m] town.
At the harvest [B] fair, she'll [F#] be surely [C#] there, so [D#m] I'll dress in [B] my Sunday [C#] clothes.
With [D#m] my hat tucked [B] right, [F#] and my shoes shone [C#] bright, [D#m] and all for [B] my nut brown [D#m] rose.
[F#] No pine by [B] the smoke, no [C#] horse I look, though [D#m] my plough with rust [C#] turns brown.
Still [D#m] a smiling [B] bride, by [F#] my own [C#] fireside, sits [D#m] the star of [B] the county [D#m] town.
[F#] From Bantry [B] Bay up [C#] to Derry Cay, and [D#m] from Galway [B] to Dublin [C#] Town.
[D#m] No maid [B] I've seen like [F#] the brown [C#] Colleen, that [D#m] I met in [B] the county [D#m] town.
[F#] From Bantry [B] Bay up [C#] to Derry [A#m] Cay, and [D#m] from Galway [B] to Dublin [C#] Town.
No [D#m] maid [B] I've seen like [F#] the brown [C#] Colleen, that [D#m] I met in [B] the county [D#m] town.
[B] [F#] [C#] [D#m] [B]
[F#] [G#m] [C#] [D#m] [B]
[F#] [C#] [D#m] [B]
[D#m]
Key:
D#m
B
C#
F#
A#m
D#m
B
C#
[D#m] _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _
[D#m] _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _ [C#] _ _ _
[D#m] _ [B] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _
[D#m] _ [B] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ Near [F#] to Banbridge [B] [C#] Town, in [F#] the county town, one [B] morning [C#] in July,
_ [A#m] down [D#m] a boring [B] green came a [C#] sweet Colleen, and she [D#m] smiled as [B] she [D#m] passed me by.
_ [F#]
She looked so [B] neat, from her [C#] two white feet to [D#m] the sheen of [B] her nut [F#] brown [C#] hair.
Such [D#m] a [A#m] coaxing [B] yelp, [F#] I took a shake [C#] myself to make [D#m] sure I [B] was standing [D#m] there.
As she [B] awkwardly stared, sure I [F#] shook my [C#] head, and [D#m] I gazed with a [B] feeling [C#] queer.
[A#m] _ And [D#m] I said, [B] said I, to [F#] a [C#] passerby, who's [D#m] the maid with the [B] nut brown [D#m] hair.
Oh, [F#] he smiled at [B] me, and with [C#] pride says he, that's [D#m] the gem [B] of Ireland's [C#] crown.
She's [D#m] young Rosie [B] McCann, from [F#] the banks of the [C#] Ban, she's the [D#m] star of [B] the county [D#m] _ town.
[F#] From Bantry [B] Bay up [C#] to Derry Cay, and [D#m] from Galway to [B] Dublin [C#] Town.
No [D#m] maid I've [B] seen like [F#] the brown [C#] Colleen, that [D#m] I met in the [B] county [D#m] town.
At the harvest [B] fair, she'll [F#] be surely [C#] there, so [D#m] I'll dress in [B] my Sunday [C#] clothes.
With [D#m] my hat tucked [B] right, [F#] and my shoes shone [C#] bright, [D#m] and all for [B] my nut brown [D#m] _ rose.
[F#] No pine by [B] the smoke, no [C#] horse I look, though [D#m] my plough with rust [C#] turns brown.
Still [D#m] a smiling [B] bride, by [F#] my own [C#] fireside, sits [D#m] the star of [B] the county [D#m] _ town.
[F#] From Bantry [B] Bay up [C#] to Derry Cay, and [D#m] from Galway [B] to Dublin [C#] _ Town.
[D#m] No maid [B] I've seen like [F#] the brown [C#] Colleen, that [D#m] I met in [B] the county [D#m] _ town.
[F#] From Bantry [B] Bay up [C#] to Derry [A#m] Cay, and [D#m] from Galway [B] to Dublin [C#] Town.
No [D#m] maid [B] I've seen like [F#] the brown [C#] Colleen, that [D#m] I met in [B] the county [D#m] town.
[B] _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _ [D#m] _ _ [B] _ _
[F#] _ [G#m] _ [C#] _ _ [D#m] _ _ [B] _ _
[F#] _ _ [C#] _ _ [D#m] _ _ [B] _ _
[D#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D#m] _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _ [C#] _ _ _
[D#m] _ [B] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _
[D#m] _ [B] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ Near [F#] to Banbridge [B] [C#] Town, in [F#] the county town, one [B] morning [C#] in July,
_ [A#m] down [D#m] a boring [B] green came a [C#] sweet Colleen, and she [D#m] smiled as [B] she [D#m] passed me by.
_ [F#]
She looked so [B] neat, from her [C#] two white feet to [D#m] the sheen of [B] her nut [F#] brown [C#] hair.
Such [D#m] a [A#m] coaxing [B] yelp, [F#] I took a shake [C#] myself to make [D#m] sure I [B] was standing [D#m] there.
As she [B] awkwardly stared, sure I [F#] shook my [C#] head, and [D#m] I gazed with a [B] feeling [C#] queer.
[A#m] _ And [D#m] I said, [B] said I, to [F#] a [C#] passerby, who's [D#m] the maid with the [B] nut brown [D#m] hair.
Oh, [F#] he smiled at [B] me, and with [C#] pride says he, that's [D#m] the gem [B] of Ireland's [C#] crown.
She's [D#m] young Rosie [B] McCann, from [F#] the banks of the [C#] Ban, she's the [D#m] star of [B] the county [D#m] _ town.
[F#] From Bantry [B] Bay up [C#] to Derry Cay, and [D#m] from Galway to [B] Dublin [C#] Town.
No [D#m] maid I've [B] seen like [F#] the brown [C#] Colleen, that [D#m] I met in the [B] county [D#m] town.
At the harvest [B] fair, she'll [F#] be surely [C#] there, so [D#m] I'll dress in [B] my Sunday [C#] clothes.
With [D#m] my hat tucked [B] right, [F#] and my shoes shone [C#] bright, [D#m] and all for [B] my nut brown [D#m] _ rose.
[F#] No pine by [B] the smoke, no [C#] horse I look, though [D#m] my plough with rust [C#] turns brown.
Still [D#m] a smiling [B] bride, by [F#] my own [C#] fireside, sits [D#m] the star of [B] the county [D#m] _ town.
[F#] From Bantry [B] Bay up [C#] to Derry Cay, and [D#m] from Galway [B] to Dublin [C#] _ Town.
[D#m] No maid [B] I've seen like [F#] the brown [C#] Colleen, that [D#m] I met in [B] the county [D#m] _ town.
[F#] From Bantry [B] Bay up [C#] to Derry [A#m] Cay, and [D#m] from Galway [B] to Dublin [C#] Town.
No [D#m] maid [B] I've seen like [F#] the brown [C#] Colleen, that [D#m] I met in [B] the county [D#m] town.
[B] _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _ [D#m] _ _ [B] _ _
[F#] _ [G#m] _ [C#] _ _ [D#m] _ _ [B] _ _
[F#] _ _ [C#] _ _ [D#m] _ _ [B] _ _
[D#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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