Close to 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 neat from her two bare feet, To the sheen of her nut-brown hair, Such a coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself, To make sure I was really there.
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay, And from Galway to Dublin town, Na maid I`ve seen like the brown collen, That I met in the country Down
As she onward sped sure I sratched my head And I said with a feeling rare, "Ay", says I to a passer by, "Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?" He smiled at me, and then says he: "She'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 I'll be surely there And I dress in my Sunday clothes With my shoes shone bright and my hat upright And a smile from my nut-brown rose. No pipe I smoke, no horse I'll yoke Let me plough with a rust turn brown Till a smiling bride by my own fireside Sits the Star of the County Down