When first I came to Louisville, some pleasure there to find
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A damsel there from Lexington was pleasing to my mind
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Her rosy cheeks, her ruby lips, like arrows pierced my breast
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And the name she bore was Flora, the lily of the west.
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I courted lovely Flora some pleasure for to find
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But she turned unto another man whose sore distressed my mind
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She robbed me of my liberty, deprived me of my rest
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Then go, my lovely Flora, the lily of the west.
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Away down in yonder shady grove, a man of high degree
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Conversin' with my Flora there, it seemed so strange to me
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And the answer that she gave to him it sore did me oppress
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I was betrayed by Flora, the lily of the west.
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I stepped up my rival, dagger in my hand
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I seized him by the collar, and bodly made him stand
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Seing mad by desperation I pierced him to the breast
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All this for lovely Flora, the lily of the west.
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I had to stand my trial, I had to make my plea
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They placed me in the witness box and then commenced on me
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Although she swore my life away, deprived me of my rest
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Still I love my faithless Flora, the Lily of the west.
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Lily Of The West
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| Bob Dylan |
