[Verse]
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 look so sweet in her two bare feet,
To the fringe of her nut-brown hair,
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,
From Galway to Dublin town,
No maid I've seen like the fair colleen,
That I met in the County Down.

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

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

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

[Verse]
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 from the nut-brown rose.

No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke,
Till my plough is a rust-coloured brown,
Till a smiling bride by my own fireside,
Is the star of the County Down.

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

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