Em G D Near Banbridge Town, in the County Down Em D One morning in July, Em G D Down the boreen came a sweet colleen, Em C D Em And she smiled as she passed me by; G D Oh, she looked so neat from her two bare feet Em D To the crown of her nut-brown hair, Em G D Such a winsome elf, I pinched myself Em C D Em To be sure I was really there Chorus: G D Oh, from Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay, Em D And from Galway to Dublin town, Em G D No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen Em C D Em That I met in the County Down. As she onward sped I shook my head And I gazed with a feeling rare, And I said, says I, to a passer-by, "Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?" Oh, he smiled at me, and with pride says he, "That's the gem of all Ireland's crown, Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann, She's the Star of the County Down."
At the harvest fair I'll be surely there And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes With my shoes shined bright and my hat just right Win the heart of the nut-brown Rose. No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke And my plow will rust and brown, Till a smiling bride by my own fireside Sits the Star of the County Down.