The Starbucks of County Down

On a tour bus bound out of Dublin Town One morning last July Passed a sweet colleen, wearing cut-off jeans Thought she winked as she caught my eye

I asked the driver if he did know Where this lovely lass hangs around He said, she's the queen of the steam machine At the Starbucks of County Down

    Like soft ice cream from the Dairy Queen     Her skin was as fair as I've found     No babe I've seen like the sweet colleen     From the Starbucks of County Down

I roved right down to her café counter And I ordered a tall latté Made her laugh when I said "decaf" And I knew she'd be mine that day

    Her eyes were green as young coffee beans     Her hair it was hazelnut brown     There was foam and froth, when we pledged our troth     At the Starbucks of County Down

Roasted, dark, espresso blend Columbian freshly ground These are all great words that you have not heard As this song is a-winding down

    From Bantry Beach to Seattle streets     From Galway to Puget Sound     No babe I've seen like my sweet colleen     The barista of County Down

Yes, my bride's the queen of the cappuccin... o At the Starbucks of County Down