Snake Charmer

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.
 She looked so sweet from her two white feet
 To the sheen of her nut-brown hair
 Such a 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.
 As she onward sped I shook my head
 And I gazed with a feeling rare
 And I said, says I, to a passerby
 "Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"
 He smiled at me, and with pride says he,
 "That's the gem of Ireland's crown.
 She's young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann
 She's the star of the County Down."
 I've travelled a bit, but never was hit
 Since my roving career began
 But fair and square I surrendered there
 To the charms of young Rose McCann.
 I'd a heart to let and no tenant yet
 Did I meet with in shawl or gown
 But in she went and I asked no rent
 From the star of the County Down.
 At the crossroads 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.