Van Morrison - Star Of The County Down Ukulele

The Star Of The County Down

Intro:
Am F G 
Am F G
Am F G
Am G Am
F G 
Am F G
Am F G 
Am G Am

Verse:
   Am                    F      G
In Banbridge Town in the County Down
    Am      F    G
One morning last July,
       Am                  F     G
        Am            G          Am
And she smiled as she passed me by.
    F                        G
She looked so sweet from her two bare feet
       Am           F         G
To the sheen of her nut brown hair.
       Am                  F        G
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook my self
       Am        G      Am
For to see I was really there.

Chorus:
     F                G
     Am        F      G
   Am                      F         G
No maid I've seen like the brown colleen
       Am         G      Am
That I met in the County Down.

Am

Verse2:
       Am                  F            G
As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head,
      Am            F       G
And I looked with a feelin' rare,
      Am                 F      G
And I says, says I, to a passer-by,
           Am            G         Am
"Who's the maid with the nut brown hair?"
   F                   G
He smiled at me and he says, says he,
            Am     F         G
"That's the gem of Ireland's crown.
      Am                    F            G
Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann,
          Am          G      Am
She's the star of the County Down."

Chorus:
     F                G
     Am        F      G
   Am                      F         G
No maid I've seen like the brown colleen
       Am         G      Am
That I met in the County Down

Bridge:
Am F G 
Am F G
Am F G
Am G Am

Verse3:
       Am                     F      G
At the Harvest Fair she'll be surely there
         Am          F      G
And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes,
        Am                        F          G
With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right
      Am            G         Am
For a smile from my nut brown rose.
   F                   G
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
        Am           F             G
Till my plough turns rust coloured brown.
       Am                  F        G
Till a smiling bride by my own fireside
         Am          G      Am
Sits the star of the County Down.

Chorus:
     F                G
     Am        F      G
   Am                      F         G
No maid I've seen like the brown colleen
       Am         G      Am
That I met in the County Down