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