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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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She turned unto another man |
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Which sore distressed 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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Still I love my faithless Flora |
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'The Lily Of The West' |
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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 sure did 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 |
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I pierced him in the breast |
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All for my lovely Flora |
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'The Lily Of The West' |
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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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And I still love my faithless Flora |
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'The Lily Of The West' |