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In	Banbridge Town in the	County	Down one	morning last	July

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From a	boreen green came a	sweet	colleen and she	smiled as she	passed me	by

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She	looked so sweet from her	two bare feet to the	sheen of her nut brown	hair

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Such a	coaxing elf, sure I	shook my	self for to	see I was	really	there

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From	Bantry Bay up to	Derry Quay and from	Galway to Dublin	Town

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No	maid I've seen like the	brown	colleen that I	met in the	County	Down

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As she	onward sped, sure I	scratched my	head and	I looked with a feeling	rare,

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And I	says, says I, to a	passer-	by, "Whose the	maid with the	nut brown	hair"?

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He	smiled at me and he	says, says he, "That's the	gem of Ireland's	crown

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It's	Rosie McCann from the	banks of the	Bann, she's the	star of the	County	Down"

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I've	travelled a bit, but	never was	hit since my	roving career	began

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But	fair and square I	surrendered	there to the	charms of young	Rose Mc	Cann

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I'd a	heart to let and	no tenant yet did I	meet with in shawl or	gown

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But	in she went and I	asked no	rent from the	star of the	County	Down

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At the	harvest fair she'll be	surely	there and I'll	dress in my Sunday	clothes,

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With my	shoes shone bright and my	hat cocked	right for a	smile from my	nut brown	rose

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No	pipe I'll smoke, no	horse I'll yoke till my	plough turns rust coloured	brown

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Till a	smiling bride, by my	own fire	side sits the	star of the	County	Down