In EmBanbridge Town in the GCounty DDown
One Emmorning Clast DJuly,
From a Emboreen green came a Gsweet Dcolleen
And she Emsmiled as she Dpassed me Emby.
She Glooked so sweet from her Dtwo bare feet
To the Emsheen of her Cnut brown Dhair.
Such a Emcoaxing elf, sure I Gshook my Dself
For to Emsee I was Dreally Emthere.
From GBantry Bay up to DDerry Quay and
From EmGalway to CDublin DTown,
No Emmaid I've seen like the Gbrown colDleen
That I Emmet in the DCounty EmDown.
Em G D
As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head,
Em C D
And I looked with a feelin' rare,
Em G D
And I says, says I, to a passer-by,
Em D Em
"Who's the maid with the nut brown hair?"
G D
He smiled at me and he says, says he,
Em C D
"That's the gem of Ireland's crown.
Em G D
Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann,
Em D Em
She's the star of the County Down."
Em G D
At the Harvest Fair she'll be surely there
Em C D
And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes,
Em G D
With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right
Em D Em
For a smile from my nut brown rose.
G D
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
Em C D
Till my plough turns rust coloured brown.
Em G D
Till a smiling bride by my own fireside
Em D Em
Sits the star of the County Down.
