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 looked so sweet from her two white feet To the sheen of her nut-brown hair Such a coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself Just to see I was standing there.
Chorus: From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay And from Galway to Dublin town No maid I've seen like the brown colleen That I met in the County Down.
She’d a soft brown eye and a look so sly, And a smile like the rose in June, And you hung on each note from her lily-white throat, As she lilted an Irish tune. At the pattern dance you were held in a trance, As she skipped through a reel or a jig; And when her eyes she’d roll she’d up on my soul, Steal a spud from a hungry pig.
As she onward sped, sure I shook my head And I gaze with a feeling rare. Then I said, says I, to a passer-by, "Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?" Well, he smiled at me, and with pride says he, "That's the gem of old Ireland's crown, She's young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann, She's the Star of the County Down."
I've travelled a bit, but was never hit Since my roving career began But fair and square I surrendered there To the charms of young Rose McCann. I'd a heart to let and no tenant yet Did I meet with in shawl or gown But in she went and I asked no rent From the star of the County Down.
To Amerikay I'll sail away me fortune for to try And with golden store I'll come back once more And I'll meet her by and by And if she'll agree to marry me will I stand and settle down And I'll live if I can by the banks of the Bann With the star of the County Down