Flower Of Sweet Strabane

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If [Bm]I were King of [A]Ireland's Isle and had all things at my [Bm]will
I'd roam for recre[A]ation and I'd seek for comfort [Bm]still
The comfort I would [A]ask for, so that you may under[Bm]stand
Is to win the heart of [A]Martha, the Flower of Sweet Stra[Bm]bane

Her [Bm]cheeks they are a [A]ruby red, her hair a lovely [Bm]brown
And o'er her milk white [A]shoulders it carelessly hangs [Bm]down
She is the fairest [A]creature and the pride of all her [Bm]clan
And my heart is capti[A]vated by the flower of Sweet Stra[Bm]bane

Well [Bm]I've been in the [A]Phoenix Park and in Killarney [Bm]fair
The lovely glens of [A]Antrim and the winding banks of [Bm]Clare
In all my earthly [A]travels I never yet met [Bm]one
That could compare, I do de[A]clare, with the Flower of Sweet Stra[Bm]bane

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

So its [Bm]farewell to sweet [A]Derry Quay, New Mills and Water[Bm]side
I'll sail out o'er the [A]ocean, whatever may be[Bm]tide
I'll sail away from [A]Derry Quay out by the Isle of [Bm]Man
And I'll bid farewell to [A]Martha, the Flower of Sweet Stra[Bm]bane