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Near Banbridge town, in the County Down One evening last July Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen 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. Chorus 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 I shook my head And I gazed with a feeling rare And I said, says I, to a passerby "Who's the one with the nut-brown hair?" He smiled at me, and with pride says he, "That's the gem of Ireland's crown. Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann And the star of the County Down." Chorus 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 an Irish tune At the pattern dance you were in trance as she skipped through a jig or reel When her eyes she'd roll, as she lift soul And your heart she would likely steal Chorus 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, let the rust in my plough turn brown And a smiling bride by my own fireside sits the star of the County Down Chorus 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 an Irish tune At the pattern dance you were in trance as she skipped through a jig or reel When her eyes she'd roll, as she lift soul And your heart she would likely steal Chorus Near Banbridge town, in the County Down One evening last July Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen 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. Chorus (x3) |