Pogues - Star Of The County Down Chords

 
         
         
         
         
2
3
3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
2
4
1
7 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
2
3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
4
1
4 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
X

12 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
1
1
1
         
         
         
         
3
2
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
         
         
         
         
2
1
3
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3
7 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1

10 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
X
10 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
2
2 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
4
4
4
X
7 fr
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
X
7 fr
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4

10 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
         
         
         
         
X
2
3
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
1
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
1
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
4
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
4
4
4
7 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2

9 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
X
12 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
         
         
         
         
X
X
2
3
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
1
10 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
X
10 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
1
1
1

12 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
2
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
2
4
3
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
10 fr
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
X

10 fr
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
X
3
4
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
10 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3

12 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
7 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
         
         
         
         
X
2
1
X
3
         
         
         
         
X
1
4
4
4
X
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
4 fr
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
X
4 fr
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4

9 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3
11 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
No chord
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
No capo
Near to EmBanbridge Town, in the GCounty DDown One Emmorning in JuDly, Down a Emboreen green came a Gsweet coDlleen, And she Emsmiled as she Ampassed me Emby; Oh, she Glooked so neat from her Dtwo white feet To the Emsheen of Amher nut-brown Dhair, Sure the Emcoaxing elf, I'd Gto shake myDself To Emmake sure I was Amstanding Emthere Oh, from GBantry Bay up to DDerry Quay, And from EmGalway to DublinD town, No Emmaid I've seen like the Gbrown Dcolleen That I Emmet in the AmCounty EmDown. As she onward sped I shook my head And I gazed with a feeling quare, And I said, says I, to a passer-by, "Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?" Oh, he smiled at me, and with pride says he, "That's the gem of Ireland's crown, She's young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann, She's the Star of the County Down." 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. At the crossroads fair 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 smoke, no horse I'll yoke Though with rust my plow turns brown, Till a smiling bride by my own fireside Sits the Star of the County Down. Near to DmBanbridge Town, in the FCounty CDown One Dmmorning in JuCly, Down a Dmboreen green came a Fsweet coClleen, And she Dmsmiled as she Cpassed meDm by; Oh, she Flooked so neat from her Ctwo white feet To the Dmsheen of hCer nut-brown hair, Sure the Dmcoaxing elf, I'd Fto shake myCself To Dmmake sure I was sCtanding tDmhere Oh, from FBantry Bay up to CDerry Quay, And from DmGalway to DublinC town, No DmmaiBdB I've seen like the brFown coClleen That I Dmmet in the CCountyDm Down. As she onward sped I shook my head And I gazed with a feeling quare, And I said, says I, to a passer-by, "Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?" Oh, he smiled at me, and with pride says he, "That's the gem of Ireland's crown, She's young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann, She's the Star of the County Down." 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. At the crossroads fair 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 smoke, no horse I'll yoke Though with rust my plow turns brown, Till a smiling bride by my own fireside Sits the Star of the County Down.