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. 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." 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 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. 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 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. 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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