Near Banbridge town, in the County Down One morning last 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 standing there. From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay And from Galway to Dublin town No maid I've seen like the fair colleen That I met in the County Down. As she onward sped sure I scrached my head And I looked 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 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."At the harvest fair she'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 of my 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.