Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen and she smile as she passed me by.
She looked so neat from her two white feet to the sheen of her nut-brown hair.
Sure the coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself, to make sure I was standing there.
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen that I met in the County Down.
As she onward sped, sure I shook my head and I gazed with a feeling quare
And I said, says I to a passer-by, who's the maid with a nut-brown hair ?
He smiled at me and with pride says he, that's the gem of Irelands crown
She's young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann, she's the star of the County Down.
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 lily-white throat, as she lilted an Irish tune
At the pattern dance you were in trance as she tripped through a jig or reel
When her eyes she'd roll, she would lift soul as your heart she would likely steal
At the harvest fair she'll be surely there and I'll dress my sunday clothes
Whith my shoes shon bright and my hat cocked right for a smile from the nut brown Rose
No pipe I smoke, no horse I'll yoke, let me plough with the rust turns brown
Till a smiling bride by my own fireside sits the star of the Couty Down.