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.
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