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 myDself
To make Emisure I was CrealDly Emithere.
From GBantry Bay up to DDerry Quay,
And from EmiGalway to AmiDublin Dtown,
No maid EmiI've seen like the Gsweet colleenD That I Emimet in the CCounDty 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 DMcEmiCann.
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 CCounDty 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.