Flower of Sweet Strabane


If I were King of Ireland
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

Her cheeks, they are a ruby red
Her hair, a lovely brown
And o’er her milk white shoulders
It carelessly hangs down
She is the fairest creature
And the pride of all her clan
And my heart is captivated
By the Flower of Sweet Strabane

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

But since I cannot gain her love
No joy there is for me
And I must seek forgetfulness
In lands across the sea
Unless she cares to follow me
I swear by my right hand
McKenna’s face, you’ll ne’er more see
My Flower of Sweet Strabane

So it’s 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

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Love spurned