| Near Banridge town in the county down one morning last July |
| From a Booring green came a sweet Colleen, |
| She smiled as she passed me by |
| She looked so sweet, from her two bare feet to the shine of he nut brown hair |
| Such a coaxing little elf, sure I shook myself for to see if I was really there |
| From Bantry Bay on the Derry Quay |
| From Gollway to Dublin town |
| Now a maid I seen like the Brown Colleen |
| That I met in the County Down |
| As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head |
| And I looked with the feelin' rare |
| And I say’s say’s I to passer by «Who's the maid with the nut brown hair?» |
| He smiled at me and he say’s say’s he «That's the gem of Ireland’s crown» |
| Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann |
| She’s the Star of the County Down From Bantry Bay on the Derry Quay |
| From Gollway to Dublin town |
| Now a maid I seen like the fair Colleen |
| That I met in the County Down |
| At the Harvest fair, she’ll be surely there |
| And I dessed in my Sunday clothes |
| With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right |
| For a smile from my nut brown rose |
| No puff of smoke, no horse I yoke and my plow is rust coloured brown |
| 'Till the smilin' bride brought home by my side |
| Tis the Star of the County Down From Bantry Bay on the Derry Quay |
| From Gollway to Dublin town |
| Now a maid I seen like the Brown Colleen |
| That I met in the County Down |
| From Bantry Bay on the Derry Quay |
| From Gollway to Dublin town |
| Now a maid I seen like the Brown Colleen |
| That I met in the County Down |
| From Bantry Bay on the Derry Quay |
| From Gollway to Dublin town |
| Now a maid I seen like the Brown Colleen |
| That I met in the County Down |
| From Bantry Bay on the Derry Quay |
| From Gollway to Dublin town |
| Now a maid I seen like the Brown Colleen |
| That I met in the County Down |