Lily Of The West

Lily Of The West *

When first I came to Louisville, some pleasure there to find.
A damsel there from Lexington was pleasing to my mind.
Her rosy cheeks, here ruby lips like arrows pierced my breast
And the name she bore was Flora the Lily of the West.

I courted lovely Flora some pleasure there to find
But she turned unto another man which sore distressed my mind
She robbed me of my liberty, deprived me of my rest
Then go my lovely Flora, the Lily of the West.

Way down in yonder shady grove, a man of high degree,
Conversing with my Flora there, it seemed so strange to me
And the answer that she gave to him it sore did me oppress
I was betrayed by Flora, the Lily of the West.

I stepped up to my revival, my dagger in my hand
I seized him by the collar and I boldly bade him stand
Being mad to desperation I pierced him in the breast
Then do my lovely Flora, the Lily of the West.

I had to stand my trial, I had to make my plea
They placed me in a criminal box and then commenced on me,
Although she swore my life away, deprived me of my rest,
Still I love my faithless Flora, the Lily of the West.

* Folksinger’s Workbook; Compiled & Edited by Fred & Irwin Silber; Oak Publications, New York, 1973