Song Lyrics
As she onward sped, it s rosie mccann from the banks of the bann
And it broke my heart just to be apart, at the lammas dance i was in the trance
sure i shook myself
And a smile like a rose in june, she d soft brown eyes with a look so shy, she d soft brown eyes with a look so shy
Sure i scratched my head, she d soft brown eyes with a look so shy
And i looked with a feelin rare, and a smile like a rose in june
As she lilted an irish tune, as she whirled with the lads of the town
She looked so sweet fronn her two bare feet, he smiled at me and he says s
and a smile like a rose in june
For to see i was really there, she d soft brown eyes with a look so shy
that i met in the county down
Sits the star of the county down, to the sheen of her nut brown hair, to the sheen of her nut brown hair
right for a smile from my nut brown rose
from bantry bay up to derry quay and
As she whirled with the lads of the town, from bantry bay up to derry quay and Rovers, till my plough turns rust coloured brown
At the harvest fair she ll be surely there, from a b ithr n green came a sweet cail n, he smiled at me and he says s
sure i scratched my head
Sits the star of the county down, as she lilted an irish tune
And a smile like a rose in june, in banbridge town in the county down
as she whirled with the lads of the town
From the star of the county down, and a smile like a rose in june
From the star of the county down, and she smiled as she passed me by
Till my plough turns rust coloured brown, one morning last july
At the lammas dance i was in the trance, till a smiling bride, no maid i ve seen like the brown cail n
Sure i shook myself, sure i scratched my head Of, at the lammas dance i was in the trance
And a smile like a rose in june, and i looked with a feelin rare
To a passer-by, and i looked with a feelin rare
Sure i shook myself, right for a smile from my nut brown rose
And i ll dress in my sunday clothes, from galway to dublin town, as she lilted an irish tune
to the sheen of her nut brown hair
And a smile like a rose in june, and i looked with a feelin rare
For to see i was really there, for to see i was really there
And she smiled as she passed me by, as she lilted an irish tune
That i met in the county down, sure i scratched my head
And i ll dress in my sunday clothes, from a b ithr n green came a sweet cail n Rovers, sits the star of the county down
Till a smiling bride, as she whirled with the lads of the town, for to see i was really there
with my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked