In EmBanbridge CTown in the GCounty DDown
One Gmorning Emlast BmJuly,
From a Emboreen Cgreen came a Gsweet Dcolleen
And she Gsmiled as she Dpassed Amme Emby.
She Glooked so sweet from her Dtwo bare feet
To the Gsheen of her Emnut brown Bmhair.
Such a Emcoaxing Celf, sure I Gshook my Dself
For to Emsee I was Amreally Emthere.
From GBantry Bay up to DDerry Quay and
From GGalway to EmDublin BmTown,
No Emmaid I've Cseen like the Gbrown colDleen
That I Emmet in the AmCounty 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.
