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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,
Oh, she looked so sweet from her two white feet,
To the sheen of her nut-brown hair,
Sure the coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself,
To make sure I was standing there.

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,
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.

I've travelled a bit but never was hit,
'Till my roving career began,
But fair and square I surrendered there,
To the charm of Rose 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.

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,
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.

At the Harvest 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,
Tough my plough with rust turns 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 sweet 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 sweet 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 sweet Colleen,
That I met in the County Down.

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