Flower Of Sweet Strabane If I were King of Irelands Isle And had all things at my will Id roam for recreation And Id 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 oer 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 Ive 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 McKennas face youll neer more see, My Flower of Sweet Strabane. So its farewell to sweet Derry Quay, New Mills and Waterside Ill sail out oer the ocean, Whatever may betide. Ill sail away from Derry Quay Out by the Isle of Man And Ill bid farewell to Martha, The Flower of Sweet Strabane. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ https://youtube/watch?v=zOIRCDm2Jys
Posted on: Mon, 05 Jan 2015 19:05:57 +0000