music: traditional Irish / lyrics: Cathal MacGarvey
4:23 min / track 3 / CD: Earth Air Fire Water
Near to Banbridge town in the County Down on
a morning in July, down a boreen green came
a sweet colleen and she smiled as she passed
me by. Oh, she looked so neat, from her two
white feet to the sheen of her nut-brown hair.
Such a coaxin' elf, I'd to shake myself, to make
sure I was really there.
Oh, from Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
and from Galway to Dublin town, no maid I've
seen like the brown colleen that I met in the
As she onward sped, I scratched my head and
I gazed with a feelin' quare. "There, I said,"
says I, to a passer-by, "who's the maid with the
Oh, 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,
she's the star of the County Down."
At the harvest fair, she'll be surely there, so I'll
dress in my Sunday clothes. And I'll try sheep's
eyes and deludtherin lies, on the heart of the
nut-brown Rose. No pipe I'll smoke, no horse
I'll yoke, tho' my plough with rust turn brown,
till a smiling bride by my own fireside sits the
star of the County Down.