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