Star of the County Down

Near Banbridge town, in the County Down
 One evening last July
 Down a bóithrín green came a sweet cailín
 And she smiled as she passed me by.
 She looked so neat in her two bare feet
 To the sheen of her nut-brown hair
 Such a coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself
 To make sure I was standing there.
 From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay
 From Galway to Dublin town
 No maid I've seen like the fair cailín
 That I met in the County Down.
 As she onward sped I shook my head
 And I gazed with a feeling queer
 And I said, says I, to a passerby
 "Who's your one with the nut-brown hair?"
 He smiled at me, and with pride says he,
 "She's the gem of old Ireland's crown.
 Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann
 And the star of the County Down."
 From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay
 From Galway to Dublin town
 No maid I've seen like the fair cailín
 That I met in the County Down.
 She'd a soft brown eye and
 a look so sly and a smile like the rose in June
 And you held each note from her auburn throat,
 as she lilted lamenting tunes
 At the pattern dance you'd be in trance
 as she skipped through a jig or reel
 When her eyes she'd roll, as she'd lift soul
 And your heart she would likely steal
 From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay
 From Galway to Dublin town
 No maid I've seen like the fair cailín
 That I met in the County Down.
 At the harvest fair she'll be surely there
 and I'll dress my Sunday clothes
 With my hat cocked right and my shoes shon bright
 for a smile from the nut-brown Rose
 No horse I'll yoke, or pipe I smoke,
 'til the rust in my plough turn brown
 And a smiling bride by my own fireside
 sits the star of the County Down
 From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay
 From Galway to Dublin town
 No maid I've seen like the fair cailín
 That I met in the County Down.
 She'd a soft brown eye and
 a look so sly and a smile like the rose in June
 And you held each note from her auburn throat,
 as she lilted lamenting tunes
 At the pattern dance you'd be in trance
 as she skipped through a jig or reel
 When her eyes she'd roll, as she'd lift soul
 And your heart she would likely steal
 From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay
 From Galway to Dublin town
 No maid I've seen like the fair cailín
 That I met in the County Down.
 Near Banbridge town, in the County Down
 One evening last July
 Down a bóithrín green came a sweet cailín
 And she smiled as she passed me by.
 She looked so neat in her two bare feet
 To the sheen of her nut-brown hair
 Such a coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself
 To make sure I was standing there.
 From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay
 From Galway to Dublin town
 No maid I've seen like the fair cailín
 That I met in the County Down.
 From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay
 From Galway to Dublin town
 No maid I've seen like the fair cailín
 That I met in the County Down.
 From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay
 From Galway to Dublin town
 No maid I've seen like the fair cailín
 That I met in the County Down.