From the recording Star of the County Down


Near Banbridge Town near the county down, one mornin' last July
Down a boreen green came a sweet Colleen , and she smiled as she passed me by
Well she looked so sweet form her two bare feet, to the sheen in her nut brown hair
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself, for to see I was really there

From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay, and from Gallway to Dublin town
No maid I've see like the brown Colleen, That I met in the County Down

As she onward sped, sure I shook my head, for to see I was really there
And I says says I, to a passer by, who's the girl with the nut brown hair
Well he smiles at me and he says says he, she's the queen of old Ireland's crown
Sweet Rosie McCann, from the banks of Bann, She's the Star of the County Down

At the harvest fair, surely she'll be there, and I'll dress in my Sunday clothes
With my hat cocked right and my shoes shone bright, for a smile from my nut brown rose
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke, 'till my plow is a rust colored brown
'Till a smiling bride by my own fireside, sits the Star of the County Down