Letras
Near Banbridge Town in the County Down
One morn in last July
Down a boreen green came a sweet cailín
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 I was ashamed of myself
For to say I was really there
From Ballintree Bay up to Derry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin Town
No maid I've seen like the brown cailín
That I met in the County Down
As she onward sped, sure, I scratched me 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 says to me
"That's the gem in Ireland's crown
Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann
She's the star of the County Down"
From Ballintree Bay up to Derry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin Town
No maid I've seen like the brown cailín
That I met in the County Down
At the harvest fair she'll be surely there
So I'll dress in me Sunday clothes
With me shoes shone bright and me hat cocked right
For a smile from the nut brown Rose
No pipe I'll smoke and no horse I'll yoke
'Til me plough is a rust coloured brown
'Til a smiling bride by me own fireside
Is the star of the County Down
From Ballintree Bay up to Derry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin Town
No maid I've seen like the brown cailín
That I met in the County Down