Chords for Celtic Thunder - The Star Of The County Down (Live From Dublin / 2012)
Tempo:
121 bpm
Chords used:
Em
G
B
D
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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In [Em] Baberistown, in the county town, One morning last July,
By a mooring queen, met a sweet Galene, She smiled as she passed me by.
She looked so sweet, from her two bare feet, To [Em] the sheen of her nut-brown hair,
Such a coaxing elf, sure as shook myself, To see I was really [G] there.
From Bantry Bay, up [C] the Derry came, [Em] From Galway to Dublin [Bm] town,
[Em] No maid I've seen like the fair Parlene, [B] That I met in the county [Em] town.
As she onwards sped, sure as scratched me head, And I looked with a [C] feeling [Em] rare,
And I set my eye to a passerby, Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair,
[G] She smiled at me, and I said to zee, [Em] She's the gem of [B] Ireland's crown,
Young [D] Rosie McCann, from the banks of the Bann, [Em] She's the star of the county town.
[G] From Bantry [D] Bay, up the Derry came, [Em] From Galway to [B] Dublin town,
[Em] No maid I've seen like the fair Parlene, That I met in the county town.
[E] [Em]
[E]
I troddled a bit, but was never [D] smith, Since my roving [Gb] career began,
When fair and square I surrendered there, To the charms of Rosie [G] McCann,
Had a heart to [D] let, and her tenant she had had, I met in the [Eb] shawl or gown,
[E] But she went, and I asked no rent, From the star of [D] the county town.
[G] From Bantry Bay, up the Derry [Em] came, From Galway to Dublin [B] town,
[Em] No maid I've seen like the fair Parlene, That I met in the county town.
At the harvest [G] fair, she'll be surely there, When I dress in my Sunday [A] clothes,
[Em] With me shoes shine [G] bright, and me hat cock [C] right, For a smile from me [Am] nut-brown rose,
[G] No pipe I'll smoke, no horse [B] I'll yoke, Till me [Em] plough is a rust-coloured brown,
Till a [Eb] smiling bride by me [Bm] old barnside, Sits a star of the [E] county town.
[G] From Bantry Bay, up the Derry [Em] came, From Galway to [B] Dublin town,
[Em] No maid I've seen like the fair Parlene, That I met in the county town.
[G] From Bantry Bay, up the Derry [Em] came, From Galway to Dublin town,
No maid I've seen like the fair [C] Parlene, That I met in the [Em] county town.
By a mooring queen, met a sweet Galene, She smiled as she passed me by.
She looked so sweet, from her two bare feet, To [Em] the sheen of her nut-brown hair,
Such a coaxing elf, sure as shook myself, To see I was really [G] there.
From Bantry Bay, up [C] the Derry came, [Em] From Galway to Dublin [Bm] town,
[Em] No maid I've seen like the fair Parlene, [B] That I met in the county [Em] town.
As she onwards sped, sure as scratched me head, And I looked with a [C] feeling [Em] rare,
And I set my eye to a passerby, Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair,
[G] She smiled at me, and I said to zee, [Em] She's the gem of [B] Ireland's crown,
Young [D] Rosie McCann, from the banks of the Bann, [Em] She's the star of the county town.
[G] From Bantry [D] Bay, up the Derry came, [Em] From Galway to [B] Dublin town,
[Em] No maid I've seen like the fair Parlene, That I met in the county town.
[E] [Em]
[E]
I troddled a bit, but was never [D] smith, Since my roving [Gb] career began,
When fair and square I surrendered there, To the charms of Rosie [G] McCann,
Had a heart to [D] let, and her tenant she had had, I met in the [Eb] shawl or gown,
[E] But she went, and I asked no rent, From the star of [D] the county town.
[G] From Bantry Bay, up the Derry [Em] came, From Galway to Dublin [B] town,
[Em] No maid I've seen like the fair Parlene, That I met in the county town.
At the harvest [G] fair, she'll be surely there, When I dress in my Sunday [A] clothes,
[Em] With me shoes shine [G] bright, and me hat cock [C] right, For a smile from me [Am] nut-brown rose,
[G] No pipe I'll smoke, no horse [B] I'll yoke, Till me [Em] plough is a rust-coloured brown,
Till a [Eb] smiling bride by me [Bm] old barnside, Sits a star of the [E] county town.
[G] From Bantry Bay, up the Derry [Em] came, From Galway to [B] Dublin town,
[Em] No maid I've seen like the fair Parlene, That I met in the county town.
[G] From Bantry Bay, up the Derry [Em] came, From Galway to Dublin town,
No maid I've seen like the fair [C] Parlene, That I met in the [Em] county town.
Key:
Em
G
B
D
C
Em
G
B
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
In [Em] Baberistown, in the county town, One morning last July,
By a mooring queen, met a sweet Galene, She smiled as she passed me by.
She looked so sweet, from her two bare feet, To [Em] the sheen of her nut-brown hair,
Such a coaxing elf, sure as shook myself, To see I was really [G] there.
From Bantry Bay, up [C] the Derry came, [Em] From Galway to Dublin [Bm] town,
[Em] No maid I've seen like the fair Parlene, [B] That I met in the county [Em] town.
As she onwards sped, sure as scratched me head, And I looked with a [C] feeling [Em] rare,
And I set my eye to a passerby, Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair,
[G] She smiled at me, and I said to zee, [Em] She's the gem of [B] Ireland's crown,
Young [D] Rosie McCann, from the banks of the Bann, [Em] She's the star of the county town.
[G] From Bantry [D] Bay, up the Derry came, [Em] From Galway to [B] Dublin town,
[Em] No maid I've seen like the fair Parlene, That I met in the county town.
[E] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ I troddled a bit, but was never [D] smith, Since my roving [Gb] career began,
When fair and square I surrendered there, To the charms of Rosie [G] McCann,
Had a heart to [D] let, and her tenant she had had, I met in the [Eb] shawl or gown,
[E] But she went, and I asked no rent, From the star of [D] the county town.
[G] From Bantry Bay, up the Derry [Em] came, From Galway to Dublin [B] town,
[Em] No maid I've seen like the fair Parlene, That I met in the county town. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ At the harvest [G] fair, she'll be surely there, When I dress in my Sunday [A] clothes,
[Em] With me shoes shine [G] bright, and me hat cock [C] right, For a smile from me [Am] nut-brown rose,
[G] No pipe I'll smoke, no horse [B] I'll yoke, Till me [Em] plough is a rust-coloured brown, _
Till a [Eb] smiling bride by me [Bm] old barnside, Sits a star of the [E] county town.
[G] From Bantry Bay, up the Derry [Em] came, From Galway to [B] Dublin town,
[Em] No maid I've seen like the fair Parlene, That I met in the county town.
[G] From Bantry Bay, up the Derry [Em] came, From Galway to Dublin town,
No maid I've seen like the fair [C] Parlene, _ That I met in the [Em] county town. _ _
In [Em] Baberistown, in the county town, One morning last July,
By a mooring queen, met a sweet Galene, She smiled as she passed me by.
She looked so sweet, from her two bare feet, To [Em] the sheen of her nut-brown hair,
Such a coaxing elf, sure as shook myself, To see I was really [G] there.
From Bantry Bay, up [C] the Derry came, [Em] From Galway to Dublin [Bm] town,
[Em] No maid I've seen like the fair Parlene, [B] That I met in the county [Em] town.
As she onwards sped, sure as scratched me head, And I looked with a [C] feeling [Em] rare,
And I set my eye to a passerby, Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair,
[G] She smiled at me, and I said to zee, [Em] She's the gem of [B] Ireland's crown,
Young [D] Rosie McCann, from the banks of the Bann, [Em] She's the star of the county town.
[G] From Bantry [D] Bay, up the Derry came, [Em] From Galway to [B] Dublin town,
[Em] No maid I've seen like the fair Parlene, That I met in the county town.
[E] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ I troddled a bit, but was never [D] smith, Since my roving [Gb] career began,
When fair and square I surrendered there, To the charms of Rosie [G] McCann,
Had a heart to [D] let, and her tenant she had had, I met in the [Eb] shawl or gown,
[E] But she went, and I asked no rent, From the star of [D] the county town.
[G] From Bantry Bay, up the Derry [Em] came, From Galway to Dublin [B] town,
[Em] No maid I've seen like the fair Parlene, That I met in the county town. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ At the harvest [G] fair, she'll be surely there, When I dress in my Sunday [A] clothes,
[Em] With me shoes shine [G] bright, and me hat cock [C] right, For a smile from me [Am] nut-brown rose,
[G] No pipe I'll smoke, no horse [B] I'll yoke, Till me [Em] plough is a rust-coloured brown, _
Till a [Eb] smiling bride by me [Bm] old barnside, Sits a star of the [E] county town.
[G] From Bantry Bay, up the Derry [Em] came, From Galway to [B] Dublin town,
[Em] No maid I've seen like the fair Parlene, That I met in the county town.
[G] From Bantry Bay, up the Derry [Em] came, From Galway to Dublin town,
No maid I've seen like the fair [C] Parlene, _ That I met in the [Em] county town. _ _