Joan Baez

When ^Am first I came to ^C Louis ^G ville
Some ^C pleasure there to ^Am find
A ^C damsel ^F there from ^Am Lexing ^E ton
Was ^C pleasing to my ^Am mind
Her ^C rosy ^F cheeks, her ^Am ruby ^E lips
Like ^C arrows pierced my ^Am breast
And the ^Am name she bore was ^C Flor ^G a
The ^C Lily Of The ^Am West
I courted lovely Flora
Some pleasure there to find
She turned unto another man
Which sore distressed my mind
She robbed me of my liberty
Deprived me of my rest
Still I love my faithless Flora
The Lily Of The West
Down in yonder shady grove
A man of lowly breed
Conversing with my flower
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 grabbed him by the collar and
I boldly made him stand
Being mad to desperation
I pierced him in the breast
And all for lovely Flora
The Lily Of The West
I had to stand my trial
I had to make my plea
The placed me in the criminal box
And them commenced on me
Although she swore my life away
Deprived me of my rest
I love my faithless Flora
The Lily Of The West
Nathan Sitkoff
Computer Science Department
The University Of Massachusetts
Amherst, MA
sitkoff@cs.umass.edu