Near to Banbridge town, in the County Down One morning last July Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen And I smiled as she pa**ed me by She looked so neat from her two white feet To the sheen of her nut-brown hair Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself To make sure I was really there 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 No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen That I met in the County Down As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head And I looked with a feeling rare And I says, says I, to a pa**erby “Who's that maid with the nut-brown hair?” He smiled at me, he said said he “She's the gem of Ireland's crown She's young Rose McGann from the banks of the Bann The star of the County Down.” (CHORUS) I've been 'round a bit, but I kept my wits When my roving days began But fair and square I surrendered there To the charms of Rose McGann I'd a heart to let — no tenant yet Had I met in coat or gown But in she went and I asked no rent From the star of the County Down (CHORUS) At the harvest fair we'll be surely there So we'll dress in our Sunday clothes With my shoes shone bright and my hat co*ked right For a smile from my nut-brown rose No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke My plow is a rusty brown But a smiling bride by my own fireside Is the star of the County Down