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 bare feet
To the sheen of her nut-brown hair
Such a coaxing elf, I'd to shake meself
To make sure I was standing there.
(Chorus)
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
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 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.
That's young Rosie McCann
From the banks of the Bann
She's the star of the County Down."
Chorus.
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 Rosie 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.
Chorus.
She'd a soft brown eye
And a look so sly,
And a smile like a rose in June,
And you hung on each note
From her lily-white throat,
As she lilted an Irish tune.
At the pattern dance
You were held in a trance,
As she tripped through a reel or a jig;
And when her eyes she'd roll,
She'd coax, on my soul,
A spud from a hungry pig.
Chorus.
At the crossroads fair I'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 the nut-brown Rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
Though with rust my plough turns brown
Till a smiling bride by my own fireside
Sits the star of the County Down.
Chorus.
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