Near Banbridge Town in the County Down
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One morning last July
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From the wild boreen 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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Such a 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 said I, 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 with pride said he,
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"She'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 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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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 crave each note
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from her lily-white throat
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As she lilted an Irish tune
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But at the pattern dance you beheld in trance
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As she kicked through a jig or reel
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When her eyes she'd roll,
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She would lick your soul
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And your 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 (Of The County Down)
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Enter The Haggis |