THE FLOWER OF SWEET STRABANE
Words & Music: Trad.

AN OLD IRISH LOVE BALLAD, SUNG BY MY GOOD FRIEND JOE FOLEY

If I were King Of Ireland
Had all things at my will
Id roam through recreation
The comforts to find still
But the comforts I would seek the most
You all must understand
Is to seek the hand of Martha
The flower of sweet Strabane.

Her cheeks they are rosy red
Her eyes a lovely brown
And over her lily white shoulder
Her hair of brown hangs down
Shes one of the fairest creatures
And famous is her clan
And me heart is captivated with
The flower of sweet Strabane

If I had you lovely Martha
Away in Inishowen
Or in some lonesome valley
Near the wild woods of Tyrone
Id use my whole endeavour
And try to work my plan
For to seek my eyes and feast my eyes
On the flower of sweet Strabane

So farewell bonny Lifford
Where the sweet Mourne waters flow
And likewise onto my brown haired girl
Since I from her must go
As down Lough Foyle the waters boil
And my ship stands out from the land
So Ill say farewell and god bless you
Me flower of sweet Strabane