When first I came to Louisville, my fortune there to find,
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I met a fair young maiden there, her beauty filled my mind.
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Her rosy cheek, her ruby lips, they gave my heart no rest.
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The name she bore was Flora, the lily of the west.
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I courted lovely Flora, she promised ne'er to go.
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But soon a tale was told to me that filled my heart with woe.
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They said she meets another man who holds my love in jest.
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And yet I trusted Flora, the lily of the west.
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'Way down in yonder shady grove, a man of low degree,
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He spoke unto my Flora there and kissed her 'neath a tree.
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The answers that she gave to him like arrows pierced my breast.
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I was betrayed by Flora, the lily of the west.
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I stepped up to my rival, my dagger in my hand.
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I seized him by the collar and I ordered him to stand.
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All in my desperation I stabbed him in his breast.
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I'd killed a man for Flora, the lily of the west.
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And then I had to stand my trial, I had to make my plea.
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They placed me in a pris'ner's dock 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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FLORA
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| Peter, Paul & Mary |
