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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

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

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

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 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