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To: goldworldnet who wrote (326)	1/26/2005 11:52:19 AM
From: haqihana	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 32289

Near Banbridge town, in the County Down One morning in July Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen And she smiled as she passed me by. She looked so sweet from her two white feet To the sheen of her nut-brown hair Such a coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself To make sure I was standing there. Chorus From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay And from Galway to Dublin town No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen That I met in the County Down. As she onward sped I shook my head And I gazed with a feeling rare And I said, says I, to a passerby "Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?" 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." Chorus 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. Chorus 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. Chorus

To: goldworldnet who wrote (326)	1/27/2005 2:00:58 PM
From: Wharf Rat	Respond to of 32289

Viva Luckenbach Jerry Jeff Walker There's a place I know where we all go, A little way down the road, It ain't far from here, we like to sit and drink beer, Play dominoes and tell jokes. We've been stopping by since 49, Ain't nothing fancy, just kids and ranches and Clean white shirts and jeans! Lots of smiling faces, little children running around, Everybody's somebody in an old hill country town! Dirt daubers humming, see the stickle burrs on your sock, Sure signs you spent some time in beautiful Luckenbach! Well, let me tell you now all about the town. . . How it came to be. . . In the 1800's they came in buggies To meet and trade and buy feed. They built the blacksmith's shop, then later on They added the cotton gin. . . But the old dance hall and general store's Where it all begins and ends! Lots of smiling faces, little children running around Everybody's somebody in an old hill country town Dirt daubers humming, see the stickle burrs on your sock Sure signs you spent some time in beautiful Luckenbach! Yehaw! In the 50's people moved to cities, Leaving it all behind Luckenbach closed down for good, It just fell on a harder time One day Hondo, driving by, Wished he had a beer So he bought the place and he opened it up That's reason we're all here Lots of smiling faces, little children running around, Everybody's somebody in an old hill country town! Dirt daubers humming, see the stickle burrs on your sock, Sure signs you spent some time in beautiful Luckenbach! Here we go! Lots of smiling faces, little children running around, Everybody's somebody in an old hill country town! Dirt daubers humming, see the stickle burrs on your sock, Sure signs you spent some time in beautiful Luckenbach! In beautiful Luckenbach!