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Flower of Sweet Strabane 
Flower of Sweet Strabane 
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 
Several versions of this around. Recorded by Margaret Barry, Paddy Tunney MR apr97