Testo The Flower Of Street Strabone

If I were king of Ireland and all things at my will. I'd run through all creations you comfort to find still And the comfort I would seek the most as you might understand, Is to win the heart of Martha, the flower of sweet Strabone. Her cheeks, they are a rosy red, her hair are lovely brown, and o'er her lillywhite shoulders it carelessly hangs down. She's one of the lovliest creatures in the whole of Ireland. And my heart is captivated by the flower of sweet strabone. If I had you lovely Martha, away from lilly shine or ran some lawns and valley and the wild woods of Tyrell I would use my whole endeavour, and I'll try to work my plan, For to gain the prize and it feast my eyes on the flower of sweet Strabone But I'll go over the Leagan down by the steamships tall, And sailing for America whatever may be fall. My boat is bound for Liverpool down by the Isle of Man. So I'll say "Farewell,God bless you mye flower of sweet Strabone!"