| When I first came to Louisville, my fortune there to find
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| There was a maiden 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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| Well I courted lovely Flora, some pleasure there to find
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| But she turned unto another man, which sore distressed my mind
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| She robbed me of my liberty, deprived me of the rest
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| Then go my lovely Flora, the lily of the west
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| It was down in yonder shady grove, with a man of high degree
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| The answer that she gave to him sore did my heart oppress
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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 boldly bade him stand
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| Being mad to desperation, I pierced him in the breast
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| It was all for the love of 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 put me in the criminal box and then commenced on me Although she stole my life away, deprived me of the rest
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| Still I love my faithless Flora, the lily of the west |