Close to Banbridge town in the County Down
one morning last July
down a boreen green came a sweet colleen
and she smiled as she passed me by.

She looked so neat from her two bare 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.

From Bantry Bay up to Derry Key
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
sure I scratched my head,
then I said with a feeling rare
"Aye", says I to a passer by
"Who's the maid with the nut brown hair?"

He smiled at me and then says he:
"She's the gem of Ireland's ground.
Young Rosie McCann
from the banks of the Bann,
she's the star of the County Down."

From Bantry Bay up to Derry Key
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 I'll be surely there
and I'll dress in my Sunday clothes,
with me shoes shone bright
and my hat upright
and the smile from my lip round rose.

No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke,
let my plough with the rust and brown,
till my smiling bride by my own fireside
sits the star of the County Down.

From Bantry Bay up to Derry Key
and from Galway to Dublin town
no maid I've seen like the brown colleen
that I met in the County Down.

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