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.
As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head,
And I looked with a feelin' rare,
And I says, says I, to a passer-by,
"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 from my nut brown rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
Till my plough turns rust coloured brown.
Till a smiling bride by my own fireside
Sits the star of the County Down.
