| 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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| Conversing 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 body made him stand
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| Seeing 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 |