Near Bantridge town in the County Down One morning last July From the wild boreen came a sweet colleen And she smiled as she pa**ed me by She looked so sweet from her two bare feet to The sheen of her nut-brown hair Sure the coaxin' elf I'd to shake myself To be sure I was standing there And as she onward sped Sure'n I shook my head and I gazed with a feelin' queer And said I, says I, to a pa**er-by Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair He smiled at me and with pride said he She's the gem of Ireland's crown Miss Rosie McCann from the banks of the Ban She's the star of the County Down From Bantry Bay to the Derry Quay From Glaway to Dublin Town There's no maid I've seen like the sweet colleen That I met at the County Down She's a soft brown eye and A look so sly And a smile like a rose in June And you'd crave each note from her lily-white throat as she'd Lilt through an Irish tune At the pattern dance yo'd be held in trance As she'd kick through a jig or a reel When her eyes she'd roll she would lift your soul And your heart she would quickly steal