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.
As she onward sped,sure 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.
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.
At the harvest fair She'll be surely there
So I'll dress in my Sunday clothes
With my hat just right and my shoes shined bright and 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.
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.
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.