The Star of the county Down

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
 Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
 For to see I was standing there.
 From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
 And 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 scrached my head
 And I looked with a feeling rare
 And I said, says I, to a passerby
 "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 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 of my nut-brown rose
 No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
 Though with rust my plow turns brown
 Till a smiling bride by my own fireside
 Sits the star of the County Down.