Part 2 — No 58 FLORA, THE LILY OF THE WEST

1 'Twas when I came to England, some pleasures for to find, There I espied a damsel most pleasing to my mind; Her rosy cheeks and shining eyes as arrows pierced my breast, Her name was lovely Flora, the Lily of the West. 2 Her golden hair in ringlets hung, her dress was spangled o'er; She'd rings on every finger, brought from a foreign shore; 'Twould ruin kings and princes, so richly was she dress'd, She far excelleth Venus, this Lily of the West. 3 I courted her a fortnight, in hopes her love to gain, But soon she turn'd against me, which caused all my pain. She robb'd me of my freedom, she robb'd me of my rest, I roam, forsook of Flora, the Lily of the West. 4 Alas! where'er I wander, however much I will, The thought of that fair maiden abideth with me still; For ever I am downcast, for ever sore oppress'd, An outcast e'er from Flora, the Lily of the West.