Flower of the County Down [Italian translation]

In Banbridge town, in the County Down

On an evening of July

Down a lonely street came a girl so neat

And I smiled when she passed me by.

She looked so bright with a step as light

As the lep of a spring-time hare

An’ I closed my eyes in a wild surprise

To make sure I was really there.

From Scrabo Hill to Lisnadill

And from Comber to Newry town

There’s no girl so neat as the damsel sweet

She’s the Flower of the County Down.

She’d an eye as lush as a clockin’ thrush

And she flicked at her nut-brown hair

And the words I had in my mouth went mad

As I stood with me heart all square.

As she onward sped sure I shook my head

An’ sez I to a passerby

"Who's the girl so neat with the twinkling feet?"

And I waited for his reply.

From Scrabo Hill to Lisnadill

And from Comber to Newry town

There’s no girl so neat as the damsel sweet

She’s the Flower of the County Down.

To the spot next day I did make my way

And along came the lovely flower

At the charming sight me heart took flight

Like a lark at the midday hour

But I stood my ground and I quickly found

At me smile she in no ways frowned

An’ such words I said I will soon be wed

To my Flower o the County Down.

From Scrabo Hill to Lisnadill

And from Comber to Newry town

There’s no girl so neat as the damsel sweet

She’s the Flower of the County Down.