If I were King of Ireland
And all things at my will
I'd roam through all creation
New fortunes to find still
And the fortune I would seek the most
You all must understand
Is to win the heart of Martha
The flower of sweet Strabane
Her cheeks they are a rosy red
Her hair a golden brown
And o'er her snow white shoulders
It carelessly falls down
She is the fairest lassie
You'll find throughout the land
And my heart is captivated by
The flower of sweet Strabane
If I had you lovely Martha
Away in Innisowen
Or in some lonesome valley
In the wild woods of Tyrone
I would use my best endeavour
And try to work my plan
For to win the prize and feast my eyes
On the flower of sweet Strabane
Now I'll go o'er the Lagan
By steam ships on the tide
I'm sailing for Amerikay
Across the ocean wide
My boat is bound for Liverpool
Down by the Isle of Man
So farewell and God bless you Martha
My flower of sweet Strabane
