star of the county lane

In Elmira rain in the County Lane
One morning last July,
In a forest green walked a sweet colleen
And she smiled as she passed me by.
She looked so sweet from her muddy feet
To the sheen of her nut brown hair.
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
For to see I was really there.

Chorus:
From Florence Bay out to Oakridge Way and
From Creswell to sweet Lorane,
No babe I've seen like the brown colleen
That I met in the County Lane.

As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head,
And I looked with a feelin' rare,
And I says, says I, to a passer-by,
"Who’s the babe with the nut brown hair"?
He smiled at me and he says, says he,
"You mean the gem with the chestnut mane?
She’s a soccer mom on the banks of the Tom,
She's the star of the County Lane".
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Long_Tom_River

Chorus:
From Florence Bay out to Oakridge Way and
From Creswell to sweet Lorane,
No babe I've seen like the brown colleen
That I met in the County Lane.

At the Country Fair she'll be surely there
So I'll dress in my tie-dyed clothes,
With my Birkenstocks and my hat cocked
Right for a smile from my chestnut rose.
One pipe I'll smoke, one horse I'll yoke
And I’ll think of that July rain
And my muddy feet and the maid so sweet
Who’s the star of the County Lane.