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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