In Banbridge town in the county Down one morning last July
From a boreen green came a sweet Coleen and she smiled as she passed me by
She looked so sweet from her two bare feet to the shhen of her nut brown hair
Such a coaxing elf sure I shook myself for to see I was really there

 From Bantry Bay to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin Town
No maid I’ve seen like the brown Coleen 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 say says I to a passer by; “Who’s the maid with the nut brown hair?”
He smiled at me and he says says he; “That’s the gem of Ireland’s crown.
It’s the 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 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 no horse I’ll yoke ‘till my plough turns rust coloured brown
‘Till a smiling bride by my own fireside sits the star of the county Down