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