Near Banbridge Town in the County Down
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One morning last July
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Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen
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And she smiled as she passed me by.
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She looked so sweet from her two bare feet
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To the sheen of her nut-brown hair
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Sure the coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself
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To be sure I was standing there
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As she onward sped, sure I shook my head
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And I gazed with a feeling quare
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And I says, says I, to a passer-by
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Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair
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He smiled at me and he says, says he,
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That's the gem of Ireland's crown,
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Miss Rosie McCann
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From the banks of the Bann,
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She's the Star of the County Down.
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From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
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And from Galway to Dublin town
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No maid I've seen like the brown colleen
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That I met in the County Down
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From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
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And from Galway to Dublin town
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No maid I've seen like the brown colleen
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That I met in the County Down
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She'd a soft brown eye and a look so sly
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And a smile like a rose in June
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And you hung on each note
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from her lilly-white throat
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As she lilted an Irish tune
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At the pattern dance you were held in a trance
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As she kicked through a reel or a jig
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And when her eyes she'd roll,
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She would lick your soul
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A heart she would quickly steal
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From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
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And from Galway to Dublin town
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No maid I've seen like the sweet Colleen
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That I met in the County Down
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From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
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And from Galway to Dublin town
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No maid I've seen like the sweet Colleen
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That I met in the County Down
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Star
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Enter The Haggis |