Capo I

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If I were King of Ireland's Isle and had all things at my will
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I'd roam for recreation and I'd seek for comfort still
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The comfort I would ask for, so that you may understand
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Is to win the heart of Martha, the Flower of Sweet Strabane

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Her cheeks they are a ruby red, her hair a lovely brown
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And o'er her milk white shoulders it carelessly hangs down
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She is the fairest creature and the pride of all her clan
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And my heart is captivated by the flower of Sweet Strabane

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Well I've been in the Phoenix Park and in Killarney fair
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The lovely glens of Antrim and the winding banks of Clare
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In all my earthly travels I never yet met one
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That could compare, I do declare, with the Flower of Sweet Strabane

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But since I cannot gain her love, no joy there is for me
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And I must seek forgetfulness in lands across the sea
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Unless she cares to follow me, I swear by my right hand
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McKenna's face you'll ne'er more see, my Flower of Sweet Strabane

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So its farewell to sweet Derry Quay, New Mills and Waterside
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I'll sail out o'er the ocean, whatever may betide
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I'll sail away from Derry Quay out by the Isle of Man
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And I'll bid farewell to Martha, the Flower of Sweet Strabane