| When first I came to Louisville
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| Some pleasure there to find
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| A damsel there from Lexington
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| Was pleasing to my mind
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| Her rosy cheeks, her ruby lips
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| Like arrows pierced my breast
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| And the name she bore was Flora
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| The Lily Of The West
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| I courted lovely Flora
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| Some pleasure there to find
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| But she turned unto another man
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| Which sort of stressed my mind
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| She robbed me of my liberty
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| Deprived me of my rest
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| Then go my lovely Flora
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| The Lily Of The West
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| Way down in yonder shady grove
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| A man of high degree
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| Conversing with my Flora there
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| It seemed so strange to me
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| And the answer that she gave to him
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| It sordid me oppress
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| I was betrayed by Flora
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| The Lily Of The West
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| I stepped up to my rival
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| My dagger in my hand
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| I seized him by the collar
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| And I boldly made him stand
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| Being mad to desperation I pierced him in the breast
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| Then go my lovely Flora
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| The Lily Of The West
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| And I had to stand my trial
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| I had to make my plea
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| They placed me in the criminal box
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| And then commenced on me
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| Although she swore my life away
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| Deprived me of my rest
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| Still I love my faithless Flora
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| The Lily Of The West |