Near to 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
She looked so neat 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 County Down
As she onward sped, sure I shook my head and I gazed with a feeling quare