Flower of Sweet Strabane |
If I were King of Ireland's Isle And had all things at my will I'd roam for recreation And I'd seek for comfort still. The comfort I would ask for, So that you may understand Is to win the heart of Martha, The Flower of Sweet Strabane.
2. Her cheeks they are a ruby red, | 3. Well I've been in the Phoenix Park And in Killarney fair The lovely glens of Antrim And the winding banks of Clare. In all my earthly travels I never yet met one That could compare, I do declare, With the Flower of Sweet Strabane.
4. But since I cannot gain her love, |
5. So its farewell to sweet Derry Quay, New Mills and Waterside I'll sail out o'er the ocean, Whatever may betide. I'll sail away from Derry Quay Out by the Isle of Man And I'll bid farewell to Martha, The Flower of Sweet Strabane. |