Near Banbridge town in the County Down
one morning last July,
from a boreen green came a sweet Colleen
And she smiled as she passed me by.
She looked so sweet from her two bare feet
To the sheen of her nut-brown hair.
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
For so see I was really there.
Chorus:
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
and from Galway to Dublin town,
No maid I’ve seen like the fair colleen
that I met in the County Down.
As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head
And I looked with a feeling rare.
And I say, say’s I, to a passer - by,
`Who’s the maid with the nut - brown hair`?
He smiled at me and he say’s, say’s he,
`That’s the gem of Ireland’s crown.
Young Rosie Mc Cann, from the banks of the bann
She’s the star of the County Down.`
At the Harvest Fair she’ll be surely there
And I’ll dress in my Sunday clothes,
with my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right
for a smile from my nut - brown rose.
No pipe I’ll smoke, no horse I’ll yoke
Till my plough it is rust - coloured brown.
Till a smiling bride, by my own fireside
sits the Star of the County Down