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Near 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 sweet from her two bare feet To the sheen of her nut brown hair Sure the coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself To make sure I was standing there Chorus From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay From Galway to Dublin Town No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen That I met in the County Down As she onward sped, I'd to shake me head And I gazed with a feeling quare And I said, 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 At the crossroads fair, I'll be surely there And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes With me shoes shone bright and me hat cocked right For a smile from my nut brown rose No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke Though my plough with rust turns brown Till a smiling bride, by my own fireside Sits the star of the County Down |