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Star of the County Down

The Chieftains

Irish Heartbeat

1988

of the County Down".

[Chorus]

At the Harvest Fair she'll be surely there
And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes,
With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked

Some men choose the plough
We choose the gun
One for all and all for one, into the sun
My dinner's cold the whiskey's warm
I'm far from done

We Can Talk

The Band

The Band Gift Set

1989

one day, but I was all dressed up for Sunday
Everybody, everywhere, do you really care?
Well then, pick up your heads and walk
We can talk about it

We Can Talk

The Band

Music from Big Pink [Bonus Tracks]

1968

one day, but I was all dressed up for Sunday
Everybody, everywhere, do you really care?
Well then, pick up your heads and walk
We can talk about it

And I’ll dress in my Sunday clothes,
With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right
For a smile from my nut brown rose.
No pipe I’ll smoke, no horse I’ll

The Star of the Country Down

Loreena McKennitt

The Wind That Shakes the Barley

2010

she'll be surely there
And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes
With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right
For a smile from the nut-brown rose
No

the sun
Before the daylight comes

There's a spring tooth arrow plough
Gettin' pulled by a draft horse
And it's makin' a sound
Like you've never heard

there
And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes
With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right
For a smile from my nut brown rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no

there
And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes
With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right
For a smile from my nut brown rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no

Star of the County Down

The Pogues

Peace and Love [Bonus Tracks]

1989

At the Harvest Fair she'll be surely there
I'll dress in my Sunday clothes
My shoes shone bright and my hat cocked
Right for a smile from my nut brown rose

there
And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes
With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right
For a smile from my nut brown rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no

Down."

At the Harvest Fair she'll be surely there
And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes,
with my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right
for a smile from

her groupie 
They look like Sonny n' Shairi, but a little bit more scary   
Plough the soil, for English words, they never heard
Lipstick lashed, tattoo

of sense, pass the biscuits please
There's five more acres in the lower 40 I've got to plough
And mumma said it was a shame about Billy Joe, anyhow. 

Seems

invitation is just a goodbye
I was alright
Just in time
I don't mind

You can live through all the Sundays
You can live through Easter too
You can rearrange

At the harvest fair she'll be surely there
and I'll dress my Sunday clothes
With my hat tucked right and my shoes shon bright
and all for my nut-brown Rose
No pipe

Down."

At the Harvest Fair she'll be surely there
And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes,
with my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right
for a smile from

I'll be surely there
And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes
And I'll try sheep's eyes, and deludhering lies
On the heart of the nut-brown Rose.
No pipe I'll

like the sweet cailín
That I met in the County Down

At the crossroads thee I'll be surely there
And I'll dress my Sunday clothes
And I'll try sheeps

surely there
So I dress in my Sunday clothes
With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked
Right for a smile from my nut brown rose
No pipe I'll smoke, no

world
My Ireland is full of notions
Revelations framed in song
And the constellations of a plough
Under which we all belong
My Ireland is Gerard Donnelly

of the County Down.’ 
  
 At the harvest fair she’ll be surely there 
 So I’ll dress in me Sunday clothes 
 With me shoes shine bright and my hat up right

be surely there
And I´ll dress in my Sunday clothes
With my shoes shone bright and my hat upright
And I smile from my nut-brown rose
No pipe I smoke,

there
And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes,
With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked
Right for a smile from my nut brown rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no