As she onward sped, sure I shook my head, and I gazed with a feeling rare.
I also have different lyrics for the third verse:
At the Harvest fair she’ll be surely there, so I’ll dress in my Sunday Clothes, /
and I’ll try sheep’s eyes and delude her with lies for a smile from my nut brown rose./
No pipe I’ll smoke, no horse I’ll yoke, though my plow with the rust grows brown, /
'till a smiling bride by my own fireside, sits the Star of the County Down!
I’ve also heard a version, by Tom Dahill out of St. Paul, MN, where the third verse is the fourth verse. The third verse in this version is about a crossroads dance or fair and has a great line about “coaxing a spud from a hungry pig” - I REALLY wish I could recall this whole verse.
No matter what the lyrics, I love this tune.
[ This Message was edited by: Jayhawk on 2003-01-16 14:58 ]
I know a third verse that runs along these lines:
I’ve roamed a bit, but I never was hit since my roaming career began
But fair and square I surrendered there to the charms of Rose McCann
I’d a heart to let and no tenant yet, though I’d searched countryside and town
But in she went and I charged no rent to the star of the County Down.
I’ve heard that verse about coaxing a spud from a hungry pig, too, but I don’t remember it either. It’s funny, though.
TW
My band also uses this little known verse as the third verse, with the more standard third verse fourth. I actually like this one best of then all.
“I’ve travelled a bit, but never was hit
Since my roving career began
But fair and square I surrendered there
To the charms of young Rose McCann.
I’d a heart to let and no tenant yet
Did I meet with in shawl or gown
But in she went and I asked no rent
From the star of the County Down.”
