Flower of Sweet Strabane

As I rode out one evening
Being in the month of May
Down by a shady garden
I carelessly did stray
I spied a lovely fair maiden
As you can understand
And they called her lovely Martha
The flower of sweet Strabane
Were I the king of Erin's isle
And had all things at my will
I'd roam for recreation
New comforts to find still
But the comfort I would look for
As you can understand
Is to win the heart of Martha
The flower of sweet Strabane
Her cheeks are like the roses red
Her hair is a lovely brown
And all her milk-white shoulders
In ringlets it hangs down
She's one of the fairest creatures
In the whole Milesian clan
And my heart is captivated
By the flower of sweet Strabane
I wish I had my darling
Way down in Inishowen
Or in some lonesome valley
In the wild woods of Tyrone
I would make my endeavor
And I would work my plan
All for to gain the heart of Martha
The flower of sweet Strabane
I've often been to Phoenix Park
And to Killarney's fair
In blithe and bonny Scotland
On the winding banks of Ayr
And yet in all of my traveling
I never met that one
That could compare with Martha
The flower of sweet Strabane
Farewell bonny Lifford
And to Mourne's sweet waterside
For I am bound for America
Whatever may betide
Sailing down Lough Foyle, brave boys
I'll wave my bonny white hand
And I'll bid adieu to my Martha
The flower of sweet Strabane