BAMBRIDGE TOWN Near Bambridge Town, in a counted town, one morning, la jolie Done a boring ring, came a sweet call in, for the smile just passed me by She looked so sweet from her tulip feet, from a sheen of her nut-brown hair Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself, for to see I was really there From Budget Bay, on to Derrick Quay, and from Galway to Dublin Town You made a scene, like a broccoli, that I met in a counted town As she one word sped, sure I scratched my hand, and I looked with a feeling rare And I said, says I, to a passer-by, who's the maid with the nut-brown hair He smiled at me, and he says, says, see, that's the gem of the island's crown Young Rosey McCann, from the banks of the bay, she's the star of the counted town From Budget Bay, on to Derrick Quay, and from Galway to Dublin Town You made a scene, like a broccoli, that I met in a counted town At the harvest fair, she'll be surely there, so I'll dress in my Sunday glove With my shoes shone bright, and my head coat dried, for the smile of a nut-brown rose No pipe or smoker, or sun-hewn, till my pluck is a rust-coloured brown In a smiling bride, with my own four sides, is the star of the counted town From Budget Bay, on to Derrick Quay, and from Galway to Dublin Town You made a scene, like a broccoli, that I met in a counted town From Budget Bay, on to Derrick Quay, and from Galway to Dublin Town You made a scene, like a broccoli, that I met in a counted town From Budget Bay, on to Derrick Quay, and from Galway to Dublin Town You made a scene, like a broccoli that I met in a counted down