Near to 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, sure I shook myself
For to see I was really there

From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
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
And I looked with a feeling rare
And I said, says I, to a passer-by,
"Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"

Oh, he smiled at me, and he says, says he
"That's the gem of Ireland's crown
Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann
She's the Star of the County Down

From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
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 she'll be surely there
I'll dress in my Sunday clothes
My shoes shone bright and my hat cocked
Right for a smell from my nut-brown rose

No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
'Til my plow turns rust-colored brown
'Til a smiling bride by my own fireside
Sits the Star of the County Down

From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
From Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the brown colleen
That I met in the County Down

From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
From Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the brown colleen
That I met in the County Down