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The Lily of the West, eine über 200 Jahre alte Geschichte über eine unglaubwürdige Frau und unerfüllte Liebe die sich in diesem Text im Westen von England abspielt.Es gibt Textversionen die von Größen wie Bob Dylan,Joan Baez,Peter Paul and Mary in den Westen der USA transportiert worden sind.Dennoch, definfinitiv ist die Urversion Irish.Die Chords und Chordwechsel spiele ich auch etwas anders als die Urversion.
(c)2008 Marijan
Words & Music:Irish Traditional
Arrangement by Marijan
(c)2008 Marijan
Words & Music:Irish Traditional
Arrangement by Marijan
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.
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
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.
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
