[00:00.000] 作词 : Traditional Song
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Traditional Song
[00:02.276]In banbridge town in the county down
[00:05.209]One morning last july,
[00:08.117]From a boithrin green came a sweet cailin
[00:10.524]And she smiled as she passed me by.
[00:13.443]She looked so sweet from her two bare feet
[00:15.847]From the sheen of her nut brown hair.
[00:18.769]Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
[00:21.160]For to see I was really there.
[00:24.080]From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
[00:26.467]and from Galway to Dublin town,
[00:29.679]No maid I've seen like the brown cailin
[00:32.855]That I met in the county down.
[00:36.605]As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head,
[00:38.993]And I looked with a feeling rare,
[00:41.648]And I said, says I, to a passer-by,
[00:44.576]"who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"
[00:46.986]He smiled at me and he says, says she,
[00:49.656]"that's the gem of ireland's crown.
[00:52.576]Young rosie McCann from the banks of the bann,
[00:54.965]She's the star of the county down."
[00:57.633]From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
[01:00.019]and from Galway to Dublin town,
[01:02.943]No maid I've seen like the brown cailin
[01:05.586]That I met in the county down.
[01:08.791]At the harvest fair she'll be surely there
[01:12.511]So I'll dress in my sunday clothes,
[01:14.910]With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked
[01:17.556]right for a smile from my nut brown rose.
[01:20.744]No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
[01:22.874]Till my plough turns rust coloured brown.
[01:25.820]Till a smiling bride by my own fireside
[01:28.511]Sits the star of the county down.
[01:31.157]From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
[01:33.552]and from Galway to Dublin town,
[01:36.199]No maid I've seen like the brown cailin
[01:39.132]That I met in the county down.
[01:41.786]From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
[01:44.198]and from Galway to Dublin town,
[01:47.137]No maid I've seen like the brown cailin
[01:49.794]That I met in the county down.
[01:52.451]From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
[01:55.103]and from Galway to Dublin town,
[01:58.049]No maid I've seen like the brown cailin
[02:04.156]That I met in the county down.

作词 : Traditional Song
作曲 : Traditional Song
In banbridge town in the county down
One morning last july,
From a boithrin green came a sweet cailin
And she smiled as she passed me by.
She looked so sweet from her two bare feet
From the sheen of her nut brown hair.
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
For to see 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 cailin
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 said, says I, to a passer-by,
"who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"
He smiled at me and he says, says she,
"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 up to Derry Quay
and from Galway to Dublin town,
No maid I've seen like the brown cailin
That I met in the county down.
At the harvest fair she'll be surely there
So 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 cailin
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 cailin
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 cailin
That I met in the county down.