1. Near to [Em]Banbridge town, in the [G]County [D]Down, one [G]morning i[Em]n Ju[D]ly
Down a [Em]boreen green came a [G]sweet colle[D]en and she [G]smiled as she [C]passed [D]me [Em]by
She [G]looked so neat from her [Am]two white feet to the [G]sheen of her [Em]nut-brown [D]hair
Sure the [Em]coaxing elf, I'd to [G]shake mys[D]elf, to make [Em]sure I was [C]stan[D]ding [Em]there

R: From [G]Bantry Bay up to [Am]Derry Quay and from [G]Galway to [Em]Dublin [D]town
No m[Em]aid I've seen like the [G]sweet colle[D]en that I [Em]met in [C]Coun[D]ty [Em]Down

2. As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head, And I looked with a feelin' are,
And I say's, say's I, to a passer by, "Who's the maid with the nut brown hair?"
He smyiled at me and he say's, say's he, "That's the gem of the Ireland's crown,
Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann, She's the star of the County Down". 

R. From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay...

3. At the harvest fair she'll be surely there So I'll dress in my Sunday clothes,
With my shoes shine bright, and my hat cocked right, For the smile of a nut brown rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke, Till my plough turns rust coloured brown.
Till a smyling bride, by my own fireside Sits the star of the County Down. 

R. From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay...