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- Martha, the Flower of Sweet Strabane
If I was King of Ireland with all things at my will
I'd roam for recreation, new comfort to find still
But the comfort I would like the best, as you will understand
Oh would be to gain that lovely maid, the flower of sweet Strabane
Her cheeks were like the roses red, her hair of lovely brown
And o'er her milk-white shoulders, hair ringlets hanging down
She's one of the fairest creatures of the whole Milesian Clan