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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
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