verse 1 

         Em        C            G      D 
Close to Banbridge town, in the County Down, 
    Em             D 
one morning last July, 
       Em       C            G       D 
down a boreen green came a sweet colleen, 
        Em             C     D  Em 
and she smiled as she passed me by. 

verse 2 
     G                       D 
She looked so neat from her two bare feet, 
       Em                     D 
to the sheen of her nut brown hair. 
       Em      C           G       D 
Such a coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself, 
        Em         C   D  Em 
to make sure I was really there. 


[Refrão]

      G                D 
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay, 
         Em               D 
and from Galway to Dublin town, 
   Em         C            G         D 
no maid I've seen like the brown colleen, 
       Em         C   D  Em 
that I met in the County Down 

verse 3 
       Em     C             G            D 
As she onward sped I sure I scratched my head, 
      Em                  D 
and I said with a feeling rare. 
 Em           C      G      D 
'A-y-e,' says I to a passer-by, 
           Em            C   D     Em 
'Who's the maid with the nut brown hair?' 

verse 4 
    G                D 
He smiled at me, and then says he, 
           Em               D 
'She’s the gem of Ireland's crown, 
      Em      C              G            D 
young Rosie McCann, from the banks of the Bann, 
          Em          C   D  Em 
she's the Star of the County Down.' 


[Refrão]
 
      G                D 
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay, 
         Em               D 
and from Galway to Dublin town, 
   Em         C            G         D 
no maid I've seen like the brown colleen, 
       Em         C   D  Em 
that I met in the County Down 

Verse 5 
       Em      C            G       D 
At the harvest fair I'll be surely  there, 
         Em                 D 
and I'll dress in my Sunday clothes. 
        Em          C             G      D 
With my shoes shone bright and my head upright, 
      Em            C   D     Em 
and a smile from my nut-brown Rose. 

Verse 5 
   G                D 
No pipe I smoke, no horse I yoke, 
       Em                    D 
let my plough with rust turn brown, 
       Em      C           G       D 
till a smiling bride by my own fireside, 
         Em          C   D  Em 
sits the star of the County Down. 


[Refrão]
 
      G                D 
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay, 
         Em               D 
and from Galway to Dublin town, 
   Em         C            G         D 
no maid I've seen like the brown colleen, 
       Em         C   D  Em 
that I met in the County Down 

      G                D 
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay, 
         Em               D 
and from Galway to Dublin town, 
   Em         C            G         D 
no maid I've seen like the brown colleen, 
       Em         C   D  Em 
that I met in the County Down