 And you held each knot under a burnt throat as she lilted laments and tunes As they patted and danced me in her trance as she skipped through a jigger or wheel And her eyes she rolled as she left your soul and your heart she would likely steal From Bantry Bay down to Derry Cay, from Galway to Dublin Town No maid I've seen like a fair Colleen that I met in the County Down