Near to Banbridge Town,
in the County Down
on a morning in July
Down a boreen green
came a sweet colleen
and she smiled as she passed me by
Oh, she looked so neat
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 really there.
Refrain:
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
I scratched my head
and I gazed with a feeling quare
There 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
Young Rosie McCann
from the banks of the Bann,
she´s the Star of the County Down"
At the harvest fair
She´ll be surely there
So 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 my plow with rust turns brown
Till a smiling bride
by my own fireside
sits the Star of the County Down
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