Near to ^EmiBanbridge Town, in the ^GCounty ^DDown One ^Emimorning ^Amilast ^DJuly, Down a ^Emiboreen green came a ^Gsweet ^Dcolleen, And she ^Emismiled as she ^Cpassed ^Dme ^Emiby; Well, she ^Glooked so sweet from her ^Dtwo bare feet To the ^Emisheen of her ^Aminut-brown ^Dhair; Such a ^Emicoaxing elf, sure I ^Gshook my^Dself To make ^Emisure I was ^Creal^Dly ^Emithere. From ^GBantry Bay up to ^DDerry Quay, And from ^EmiGalway to ^AmiDublin ^Dtown, No maid ^EmiI've seen like the ^Gsweet colleen^D That I ^Emimet in the ^CCoun^Dty ^EmiDown. As she onward sped, sure I shook my head And I looked with a feeling rare. Then I said, says I, to a passer-by, "Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?" Well, he smiled at me, and with pride says he, "That's the gem of old Ireland's crown, She's young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann, She's the Star of the County Down." Well I've ^Emitraveled a bit, but ^Gne'er was ^Dhit Since my ^Emiroving ^Amicareer ^Dbegan; Then ^Emifair and square I ^Gsurrendered ^Dthere To the ^Emicharms of young ^CRose ^DMc^EmiCann. I'd a ^Gheart to let and no ^Dtenant yet Did I ^Emisee in ^Amishawl or ^Dgown, But ^Emiin she went and I ^Gasked no ^Drent From the ^EmiStar of the ^CCoun^Dty ^EmiDown. At the harvest fair, I'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 from my nut-brown Rose. No pipe I'll smoke, and 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.