THE STARBUCKS OF COUNTY DOWN
          Greg Trafidlo, Neal Phillips, & John Seay, c 2003

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