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In 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;
Oh, she looked so neat from her two white feet
To the sheen of her nut-brown hair,
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
For to see I was really 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.

As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head,
And I looked with a feelin' rare,
And I said, says I, to a passer-by:
"Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"
He smiled at me and he says's, say's he,
"That's the gem of Ireland's crown,
That's 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 sweet colleen
That I met in 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 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 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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