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If I were King of Ireland's Isle and had all things at my will
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I'd roam for recreation and I'd seek for comfort still
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The comfort I would ask for, so that you may understand
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Is to win the heart of Martha, the Flower of Sweet Strabane
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Her cheeks they are a ruby red, her hair a lovely brown
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And o'er her milk white shoulders it carelessly hangs down
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She is the fairest creature and the pride of all her clan
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And my heart is captivated by the flower of Sweet Strabane
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Well I've been in the Phoenix Park and in Killarney fair
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The lovely glens of Antrim and the winding banks of Clare
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In all my earthly travels I never yet met one
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That could compare, I do declare, with the Flower of Sweet Strabane
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But since I cannot gain her love, no joy there is for me
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And I must seek forgetfulness in lands across the sea
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Unless she cares to follow me, I swear by my right hand
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McKenna's face you'll ne'er more see, my Flower of Sweet Strabane
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So its farewell to sweet Derry Quay, New Mills and Waterside
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I'll sail out o'er the ocean, whatever may betide
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I'll sail away from Derry Quay out by the Isle of Man
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And I'll bid farewell to Martha, the Flower of Sweet Strabane
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.