I courted lovely Flora some
pleasure for to find
But she turned unto another
man whose sore distressed my mind
She robbed me of my liberty,
deprieved 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
Conversin' with my Flora there,
it seemed so strange to me
An' the answer that she gave
to him it sure did me oppress
I was betrayed by Flore, the
lily of the west.
I stepped up to my rival, my
dagger in my hand
I seized him by the collar
an' boldly made him stand
Bein' mad by desperation i
pierced him to the breast
All this for lovely Flora,
the lily of the west.
I had to stand my trial, i
had to make my plea
They placed me in the witness
box an' they commenced on me
Although she swore my life
away, deprieved of my rest
Still i love my faithless
Flora, the lily of the west.
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