The Lily of the West

Irish Traditional

 

I.

It`s when I came to England/ some pleasure for to find

Where I espied a damsel/ most pleasing to my mind

Her rosy cheeks and rolling eyes/ like arrows pierced my breast

And they called her lovely Flora/ the lily of the west

 

II.

I courted lovely Flora/ in hopes her love to gain

But soon she turned her back on me/ which caused me all my pain

She robbed me of my liberty/ she robbed me of my rest

I roamed forsaken by Flora/ the lily of the west

 

III.