The Lily of the West Irish Traditional ©2008 Arranged by Marijanh 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. One day as I was walking/ down by a shady grove I espied a lord of high degree/ conversing with my love She sung a song delightful/ while I was sore opressed Saying – bid adieu to flora/ the lily of the west IV. I walked up to my rival/ with dagger in my hand And seized him from my own false/ love and boldly made him stand Then mad with desperation/ I swore I`d pierce his breast And I was betrayed by Flora, the lily of the west V. So it`s now I`v gained my liberty/ a roving I will go I`ll ramble through old Ireland/ I`ll travel Scotland too Although she swore my life away/ she still disturbes my rest I must rumble for my Flora/ The Lily of the West