[00:29.97]Near Banbridge Town in the County Down
[00:33.30]One morning last July,
[00:36.78]From a boreen green came a sweet colleen
[00:40.35]And she smiled as she passed me by.
[00:42.78]She looked so sweet from her two bare feet
[00:47.25]To the sheen of her nut brown hair
[00:50.64]Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
[00:54.12]For to see I was really there.
[00:54.87][Chorus:]
[00:59.46]From Bantry Bay into Derry Quay
[01:02.97]From Galway to Dublin Town
[01:06.36]No maid I've seen like the fair colleen
[01:09.54]That I met in the County Down
[01:13.56]As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head,
[01:16.92]And I looked with a feelin' rare,
[01:20.31]And I says, says I, to a passer-by,
[01:23.58]"Who's the maid with the nut brown hair?
[01:28.26]He smiled at me and he says, says he,
[01:30.63]"That's the gem of Ireland's crown.
[01:34.17]Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann,
[01:37.59]She's the star of the County Down."
[01:38.94][Chorus]
[02:11.76]The Harvest Fair she'll be surely there
[02:13.26]And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes,
[02:17.67]With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right
[02:21.27]For a smile from my nut brown rose.
[02:24.66]No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
[02:27.78]Till my plough turns rust coloured brown.
[02:31.62]Till my smiling bride by my own fireside
[02:35.10]Sits the star of the County Down.
[02:37.50][Chorus]

Near Banbridge Town in the County Down
One morning last July,
From a boreen green came a sweet colleen
And 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 I shook myself
For to see I was really there.
From Bantry Bay into 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 feelin' rare,
And I says, says I, to a passer-by,
"Who's the maid with the nut brown hair?
He smiled at me and he says, 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."
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 my nut brown rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
Till my plough turns rust coloured brown.
Till my smiling bride by my own fireside
Sits the star of the County Down.