Lily Of The West

Bob Dylan

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 --
The name she bore was Flora, the Lily of the West.

And the name she bore was Flora, the Lily of the West.

I courted lovely Flora, some pleasure for to find,
But she turned unto another man, which sore distressed my mind.
She robbed me of my liberty, deprived me off my rest --
Then go, my lovely Flora, the Lily of the West.

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, which seemed so strange to me.
And the answer that she gave to him, it sore did me opress --
I was betrayed by Flora, the Lily of the West.

I was betrayed by Flora, the Lily of the West.

I stepped up to my rival, dagger in my hand.
I seized him by the collar, and boldly made him stand.
Being mad by desperation, I pierced him through the breast --
All this for lovely Flora, the Lily of the West.

All this for lovely Flora, the Lily of the West.

I had to stand my trial, I had to make my plea;
They placed me in the witness 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.

Still I love my faithless Flora, the Lily of the West.