THE FLOWER OF SWEET STRABANE
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If I were King of Ireland and all things at my will 
I'd roam through all creations new fortunes to find still 
And the fortune I would seek the most you all must understand 
Is to win the heart of Martha, the flower of sweet Strabane 

Her cheeks they are a rosy red, her hair golden brown 
And o'er her lily white shoulders it carelessly falls down 
She's one of the loveliest creatures of the whole creation planned 
And my heart is captivated by the flower of sweet Strabane 

If I had you lovely Martha away in Innisowen 
Or in some lonesome valley in the wild woods of Tyrone 
I would use my whole endeavour and I'd try to work my plan 
For to gain my prize and to feast my eyes on the flower of sweet Strabane 

Oh, I'll go o'er the Lagan down by the steam ships tall 
I'm sailing for Amerikay across the briny foam 
My boat is bound for Liverpool down by the Isle of Man 
So I'll say farewell, God bless you, my flower of sweet Strabane