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Near Banbridge Town in the County Down |
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One morning last July |
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A boreen green came a sweet colleen |
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And she smiled as she passed me by |
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She looked so sweet from her two bare feet |
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To the sheen of her nut brown hair |
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Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself |
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For to see I was really there |
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From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay and |
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From Galway to Dublin Town |
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No maid I've seen like the brown colleen |
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That I met in the County Down |
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As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head |
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And I looked with a feelin' rare |
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And I says, says I, to a passer-by |
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"Whose the maid with the nut brown hair?" |
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He smiled at me and he says's, says's he |
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"That's the gem of Ireland's crown |
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Young Rosie McCann from the banks of a Bann |
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She's the star of the County Down" |
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From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay and |
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From Galway to Dublin Town |
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No maid I've seen like the brown colleen |
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That I met in the County Down |
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At the Harvest Fair she'll be surely there |
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I'll dress in my Sunday clothes |
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My shoes shone bright and my hat cocked |
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Right for a smile from my nut brown rose |
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No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke |
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Till my plough turns rust colored brown |
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Till a smiling bride, by my own fireside |
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Sits the star of the County Down |
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From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay and |
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From Galway to Dublin Town |
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No maid I've seen like the brown colleen |
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That I met in the County Down |
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From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay and |
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From Galway to Dublin Town |
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No maid I've seen like the brown colleen |
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That I met in the County Down |
