Flower Of Sweet Strabane - Rosemary Carr
Composed by：Trad. Arr. Butcher
If I were king of ireland's
And had all things at my will
I'd roam for recreation
For this comfort still
And the comfort I would seek for as you might understand
Is to win the heart of martha the flower of sweet straband
Her cheeks they are a rosy red her hair a lovely brown
And o'er her lilly white shoulders a golden lax down
She is one the loveliest creatures all have you understand
Show me heart is captivated by the flower of sweet straband
If I had you lovely martha away in innisown
Or in some lovely valley in the wild woods of tyrone
I work my whole endeavor and I'd seek to work my plan
To again my rice and the fixed my eyes
On the flower of sweet straband
Far well to brown lilly for what a sweet what is blow
And like was on to my brown late go
Sence I from her much go
As down the for the with just trun
And a swipe then up from the line
So I'll say
God by and bless you my flower of sweet straband
