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Banbridge Town in the County Down
One morning last July
From a boreen green came a sweet colleen
As she smiled as she passed me by
She looked so sweet from her two bare feet
To the sheen of her nut-brown hair
Such a coaxing elf, sure l shook myself
For to see I was really there
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
From Galway to Dublin Town
No maid I've seen like the fair colleen
That I met in the County Down
As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head
And I looked with a feeling rare
And I says, says I, to a passerby
Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?
He smiled at me and he say, 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
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
From Galway to~Dublin Town
No maid I've seen like the fair colleen
That I met in the County Down
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 the nut-brown rose
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
Till my plough turns a rust colored brown
Till my smiling bride by my own fireside
Sits the star of the County Down
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
From Galway to Dublin Town
No maid I've seen like the fair colleen
That I met in the County Down
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
From Galway to Dublin Town
No maid I've seen like the fair colleen
That I met in the County Down
