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Near Banbridge Town in the County Down one morning in July Down a boreen green came a sweet Colleen and she smiled as she passed me by Oh she looked so sweet from her two white feet to the sheen of her nut-brown hair Sure the coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself to make sure I was standing there From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town No maid I've seen like the sweet Colleen that I met in the County Down From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town No maid I've seen like the sweet Colleen that I met in the County Down At the Harvest Fair I'll be surely there and I'll dress in my Sunday clothes And I'll try sheep's eyes and deludhering lies on the heart of the nut-brown Rose No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke tough my plough with rust turns brown Till a smiling bride by my own fireside sits the star of the County Down From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town No maid I've seen like the sweet Colleen that I met in the County Down From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town No maid I've seen like the sweet Colleen that I met in the County Down From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town No maid I've seen like the sweet Colleen that I met in the County Down From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town No maid I've seen like the sweet Colleen that I met in the County Down From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town No maid I've seen like the sweet Colleen that I met in the County Down From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town No maid I've seen like the sweet Colleen that I met in the County Down From Letras Mania