[00:00.00] Near Banbridge town, in the County Down
[00:40.08]One morning last July
[00:44.43]Down a bóithrín green came a sweet cailín
[00:48.93]And she smiled as she passed me by.
[00:53.10]From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
[00:57.81]And from Galway to Dublin town
[01:02.10]No maid I've seen like the brown cailín
[01:06.54]That I met in the County Down.
[01:28.29]She looked so sweet from her two bare feet
[01:32.97]To the sheen of her nut brown hair
[01:37.20]Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
[01:42.06]To be sure I was really there.
[01:45.99]From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
[01:50.58]And from Galway to Dublin town
[01:54.90]No maid I've seen like the brown cailín
[01:59.34]That I met in the County Down.
[02:21.33]As she onward sped I scratched my head
[02:25.86]And I looked with a feeling rare
[02:30.12]And I said, says I, to a passerby
[02:33.99]" Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"
[02:38.61]He smiled at me, and, he says, says he,
[02:43.17]"That's the gem of Ireland's crown.
[02:47.49]Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann
[02:51.90]She's the star of the County Down."
[03:48.15]At the Harvest Fair she'll be surely there
[03:52.44]And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes,
[03:56.82]With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right
[04:01.17]For a smile from my nut brown rose.
[04:05.46]No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
[04:09.93]Till my plough turns rust coloured brown.
[04:14.52]Till a smiling bride by my own fireside
[04:18.54]Sits the star of the County Down.
[04:22.62]From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
[04:27.45]And from Galway to Dublin town
[04:31.71]No maid I've seen like the brown cailín
[04:36.12]That I met in the County Down.
[04:40.47]From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
[04:45.00]And from Galway to Dublin town
[04:49.11]No maid I've seen like the brown cailín
[04:56.64]That I met in the County Down.

Near Banbridge town, in the County Down
One morning last July
Down a bóithrín green came a sweet cailín
And she smiled as she passed me by.
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the brown cailín
That I met in the County Down.
She looked so sweet from her two bare feet
To the sheen of her nut brown hair
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
To be sure I was really there.
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the brown cailín
That I met in the County Down.
As she onward sped I scratched my head
And I looked with a feeling rare
And I said, says I, to a passerby
" 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.
Young 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.
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the brown cailín
That I met in the County Down.
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the brown cailín
That I met in the County Down.