Reel 304 #2
Collected by Raymond W. Whittier
For M.C. Parler
Transcribed by Linda Humphrey
Irene Sargent Westfork, Ark Dec. 9, 1960
The Lily of the West
While going out from Texas some pleasure for to seek,
I spied a fair young maiden, was pleasing unto me.
She wore rings on every finger and was so richly dressed.
They called her blue eyed Mary, the Lily of the West.
For three long years I courted her, her loving heart to gain.
One night she rather alighted me which caused me grief and pain. She robbed roe of my liberty, deprived me of my rest,
Because I love Mary, the Lily of the West.
One night while I was walking down by some sheltered grove,
I spied a policeman conversing with my love.
He was singing her some songs I knew would please her best,
And I love Mary, the Lily of the West.
On my way toward her, the dagger in my hand,
All filled with desperation, the dagger struck her breast.
I stabbed a knife in Mary, the Lily of the West.
The officer arrested me and carried me to jail.
My friends and relations refused to go my bail.
I hired me a lawyer, a lawyer among the best,
To defend myself from killing Mary, the Lily Of the West.The Lily of the lest continued
Now my trial is over I want you all to know.
Just three long years in Danville I’m bound and sure to go. If I should die in Danville, I have but one request.
Just write upon my tombstone, the Lily of the West.
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