Martha, The Flower Of Sweet Strabane-Maighread Ní Dhomhnaill

[00:13.28]If I was King of Ireland with all things at my will [00:26.42]I'd roam for recreation, new comfort to find still [00:39.25]But the comfort I would like the best, as you will understand [00:52.56]Would be to gain that lovely maid, the flower of sweet Strabane [01:10.27]Her cheeks were like the roses red, her hair of lovely brown [01:23.49]And o'er her milk-white shoulders, hair ringlets hanging down [01:36.32]She's one of the fairest creatures of the whole Milesian Clan [01:49.65]Sure my heart is fairly captured by the flower of sweet Strabane [02:07.33]But since I cannot win you, love, no joy there is for me [02:20.44]I will seek forgetfulness in the land across the sea [02:33.84]Unless you chance to follow me, I'll swear by my right hand [02:46.47]MacDonald's face you never will see, fair flower of sweet Strabane [03:04.47]I wished I had my darling way down in Inisowen [03:17.72]Or in a lonesome valley in the wild woods of Tyrone [03:30.46]I would do my whole endeavour, I would work my newest plan [03:43.54]For to gain you, lovely Martha, the flower of sweet Strabane [04:26.84]I've often been in Phoenix Park and then Killarney fair [04:40.17]Likewise in bonny Scotland and the winding banks of Ayr [04:53.03]But yet, in all my travels, I never met with one [05:06.28]That I could compare with Martha, the flower of sweet Strabane [05:23.95]Farewell bonny Lifford and to Mourne's Waterside [05:37.06]I'm sailing for Americay, whichever may betide [05:49.96]Our ship is bound for Liverpool straight by the Isle of Man [06:03.35]So farewell my dearest Martha, the flower of sweet Strabane