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Near to Banbridge town, in the County Down, one morning in July
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Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen and she smiled as she passed me by
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She looked so neat from her two white feet to the sheen of her nut-brown hair
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Sure the coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself, to make sure I was standing there


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      From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town
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      No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen that I met in County Down


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


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      From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town
          E5                     G5          D5         E5     C5   D5  E5
      No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen that I met in County Down


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


CHORUS 3x:
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      From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town
          E5                     G5          D5         E5     C5   D5  E5
      No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen that I met in County Down