The Star Of The County Down

Near Banbridge Town in the County Down

One morning last July

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 down 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 scratched my head

And I looked with a feelin' rare

And I says, says I, to a passer-by

"Whose the maid with the nut brown hair?"

He smiled at me and he says's, says's he

"That's the gem of Ireland's crown

Young Rosie McCann from the banks of a Bann

She's the star of the County Down"

From Bantry Bay down 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

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 smile from my nut brown rose

No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke

Till my plough turns rust colored brown

Till a smiling bride, by my own fireside

Sits the star of the County Down

From Bantry Bay down 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

From Bantry Bay down 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