My McPherren

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by Roger Cox (originally from Corning, Iowa)

Family Photos

McPherren & Brown Reunions

Cemetery Photos


George McPherren (b:1781 Ireland) and Susannah Welker

James McPherren (b:1808 Mercer, Pennsylvania) and Jane Shaw

James Calvin McPherren (b: 1842 Grant, Indiana) and Adella McFadden


James McFerran (b: 1773 Ireland) and Sarah McElroy

James McPherren (b:1820, Ireland) and Sarah Fleharty

Nicholas Shearer

Lucius Field and Gertrude McCutchan McPherren - Nelson, Nebraska


Photos of McPherren Ancestral Home - Loughbrickland  NEW!

McPherren Locations and Travels 1799-1890

1874 Map of Ohio Grove Twp, Mercer County, IL

McFerran Resource Page

Norm Ruddock's SW County Down Resources

McPherren Obituaries

Star of the County Down


In Banbridge Town in the County Down

one morning in last July,

from a boreen green came a sweet Colleen

and she smiled as she past me by.

She looked so neat from her two bare feet

to the sheen of her nut brown hair.

Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself

for to see I was really there.


From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay

and from Galway to Dublin Town,

no maid I´ve seen like the brown Colleen

that I met in the County Down.

As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head,

and I looked with a feelin´ rare,

and I say´s, say´s I to a passer-by,

"Whose the maid with the nut brown hair"?

He smiled at me and he say´s, say´s he,

"That´s the gem in ould Irland`s crown.

She´s young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann,

she´s the Star of the County Down".


She´d a soft brown eye and a look so sly,

and a smile like the rose in June.

And you hung on each note from her lily-white throat,

as she lilted an Irish tune.

At the pattern dance you were held in trance

as she tripped through a reel or a jig.

And when her eyes she´d roll, she´d coax upon my soul

a spud from a hungry pig.


I´ve travelled a bit, but never was hit,

since my roving career began;

But fair and square I surrendered thee

to the charm of young Rosie McCann.

With a heart to let and no tenant yet,

did I meet within shawl or gown.

But in she went and I asked no rent

from the Star of the County Down.


At the Harvest Fair I´ll be surely there,

and I´ll dress in my Sunday clothes.

With my shoes shone bright and my hair cut right,

for a smile from my nut brown rose.

No pipe I´ll smoke, no horse I´ll yoke

till my plough turns rust coloured brown,

till a smiling bride, by my own fireside

sits the Star of the County Down.

(Chorus) / Repeat

mail to:

Roger A. Cox, Spring Lake, MI

rgcox2   (at)

updated 14 June 2016