Down Lyrics - Fiddler's Green

Near Banbridge town in the County Down 

One morning last July, 

From a boreen green came a sweet Colleen 

And she smiled as she passed me by. 

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 

For so see I was really there. 

[Chorus] 

From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay 

And from Galway to Dublin town, 

No maid I've seen like the fair colleen 

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, say's I, to a 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 ban 

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 

'Til my plough it is rust coloured brown. 

'Til a smiling bride, by my own fireside 

Sits the Star of the County Down