[Verse]
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 look so sweet from her two bare feet,
To the sheen of her nut-brown hair,
Such a coaxing elf, I'd a shake myself
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 sweet colleen,
That I met in the County Down.

[Verse]
As she onward sped, I shook me head,
And I grazed with the feeling rare,
And I said, says I, to a passers by,
"Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"

And he smiled at me and with pride says he,
"That's the gem of Ireland's crown,
She's young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann,
She's the star of the County Down."

[Chorus]
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay,
And from Galway to Dublin town,
No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen,
That I met in the County Down.

[Verse]
At the harvest fair, I'll be surely there,
And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes,
And I'd try, she sighs, and the glittering eyes,
And the hand of the nut-brown rose.

No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke,
And with rust my plough turns brown,
Till a smiling bride by my own fireside,
Sits the star of the County Down.

[Chorus]
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay,
And from Galway to Dublin town,
No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen,
That I met in the County Down.

[Chorus]
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay,
And from Galway to Dublin town,
No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen,
That I met in the County Down.