Tuning: EADGBE west. I courted lovely Flora some pleasure for to find But she turned unto another man whose 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. Then go, my lovely Flora, the lily of the west. Away down in yonder shady grove, a man of high degree Conversin' 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 we (azchords.com)